As I take this pen in hand,
My heart is dreaming of a distant land.
A land of hope,
A land of wonder,
A land where darkness cannot plunder.
And as my heart so dreams,
My hand is busy drawing wings
So that I may one day fly
Before my withered heart does die
From all these secrets I have kept
And all the tears I have wept.
In this dreamland, there is no pain,
No secrets, lies, or love in vain.
Only hope,
Only love,
Only light, shining from above.