The place you sail off in your dreams
A land so sweet and almost serene
This is where you are a king

The grass grows too tall
And the winds crack like whips
You can sail for hours upon little navy ships

Here there are no rules
No restrictions to limit your freedoms
Here you are no one but yourself
A child with what some would call demons

Here they are anything but,
The one you call your friends
For this land is where they roam
The wild ones
Will always be let in