There is a world that does exist
Where the cobblestones whisper abandoned poems
And the rivers run with dreams
Where beauty lies in things unseen and love flows in unknown tongues
There is a world that does exist
For the brave to hold the pen and feel
The others call it tales
And, perhaps, tales they are
Tales of heroism
Tales of magic
Tales of you and me
But what better life to live than one which is set on the things above?
There is a world that does exist
And everyday, I get closer
It hides between sleep and reality
When the Creator sits with me a while
I see it in violet and gold
In strokes of emerald and amethyst
Where the skies melt like honey and the trees sing like wind chimes
Oh, there is a world that does exist
Its spine is bound with leaves and thistles
And its heart carries all my thoughts
Its mind is just like ours, you see
The others say it’s child’s play
But they do not know us like the ocean does
They do not know that our souls are made of fire and myrrh
And that our hands write the stories of giants.
