Wings of Fantasy,
Are we what we dream?
Or are we simply what we see?
Are our dreams part of our existence?
What would we be without our wings of fantasy?
What do we dream?
Is the daytime the nightmare?
Is midnight our noon?
Which part is real,
What makes us feel?
How could we cope,
If we hadn't any hope?
Unfold your wings,
Embrace your dreams,
Follow your fantasy..
It might just be,
All what we see..
Or are we simply what we see?
Are our dreams part of our existence?
What would we be without our wings of fantasy?
What do we dream?
Is the daytime the nightmare?
Is midnight our noon?
Which part is real,
What makes us feel?
How could we cope,
If we hadn't any hope?
Unfold your wings,
Embrace your dreams,
Follow your fantasy..
It might just be,
All what we see..
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| Auteur: Wicked Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 februari 2011 | ||
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