He speaks of security, but see I am a dreamer, there must be more
that which equates a roof, materials, does not equal fulfillment
he says life is not a fairy tale, I shake my head, what if it is
what if those who think as he does never find their solace
filling their chasm with pretty gems, green paper, and angry thoughts
I will hope for life beyond that, this is all a dreamer truly has
I never thought of death until now for I know I have been wasting away
so let me dream, do not offer pretty things, they hold no value
so many years you had a chance to show this dreamer a light
never seeking to give a hand until it was far, far too late
for this I am sorry, not for me but for you, losing your dreams
I had thought mine may be shattered, but I love fairy tales
so I will keep chasing them, while you are left behind