I am a dreamer, and shall I not dream?
Of heroes and villains and warriors unseen?
Of battles to save the helpless and oppressed
Of Dragons and quests and maidens in distress

Of heroes being so not because of their gifts
But because they do what’s right, no matter the rifts
It will cause in their lives, till death will they part
From the internal pursuits that engulf their heart

How can this world offer me anything?
When I’m dwelling in the depths of hearts
Or soaring on eagle’s wings?