I'm not a part of my stories.
My life is not a fairytale
And you're not my knight
In shining armour.

But I've always been a dreamer
My days were coloured
by magic and love

Lonely hours spent in a world
Shaped by my own will,
Where I could grow wings
And take you with me
To where the cherries bloom.

The day my imagination ceased
To take me away for hours on end
And the voice in my head started yelling
"Nothing of this is real
Or will ever come true"
- that's when I started growing up

I do realize that,
I won't be walking into the sunset
Never to shed a tear again.
There's no happy ending
No eternal bliss.

Nevertheless I'm still a dreamer
- dancing in the rain
And the ray of sunlight gives me hope,
that one day
I'll be destined to find the rainbow.