A childish dream I thought as
Time slowly adopts me with its loving embrace.
Taking me piece by piece
Replacing it with hope and purpose

As moments pass by,
Fantasy became my friend.
Forming me into one's knight in shining armor
Making me believe perfect stories existed
Until I met Reality

Reality showed me every pain from every Fantasy's beauty.
It took every piece of me
Just to let me know what's it like to be empty.

Broken, I wish I had a perfect story
But Reality gave me something Fantasy didn't
The Truth

Time fixed me after I met those two
Giving me new pieces to start again
To dream as Fantasy once taught me and
To live as Reality showed me
Because even tragedies can become
Beautiful Fairy Tales.