My precious dreams and hope,
seem like fairytales...
A girly faith on the end of the rope,
keeping safe as a charm...

holding on firm,
keeping it in my head like a secret,
keeping faith in dreams,
never ever didn't I forget...

the blushing feelings,
the admiring strength,
the secret healing,
the 'someday-it-will-happen' feeling,
the princess rescue part,
the thing that reality easily can crush,
even easily will crush my weak heart,
And will for sure make me hush...

And after all the falls,
and after all the reality checks,
I look back at my precious heart.
I know that there's something we lack,
But I will relax...

Because I will believe in fate,
Because I will believe in finding love,
because even if I have to wait,
I want to believe!

For the one that will see me...
The one that I can hug,
The one who will protect me,
and the one for to really see me,
the one to really look at my eyes,

But like I said,
A girly fairytales dream,
That probably only makes me sad,
with the inside silent scream,
along the following tears,
of the lonely fears...

{and being hurt of my own dreams and hopes...}