Those are the ones left to the fates, and those are the ones who will lose thier mind.
People hold no magic here, science is not magic, it is based on fact.
Magic is a thing that people fear. They think goodness is something magic does lack.
Over and over it has been said, think with your heart and not your head.
But those whom imagination bred, will never know the true meaning of dead.
So play in your reality which you like more, and live for the day.
But when your world starts to bore, come to my world to play.
What happens now is up to them.
The soul inside her sings,
For she has done her very best.
The world was so incredibly black,
But now there are specks of light.
She brought hope which this world did lack.
She was their last chance for peace.
But now she has to go away.
She has done what she came to do.
She has to trust that they won't throw it all away,
Now that they know the Earth is not a toy.
They will sing of her heroic deed.
For she was the one,
Who answered the call of those in need.
Now everything will be alright.
Birds that fly high,
Dragons in the mist,
Fairies that love to be kissed,
Mermaids in the sea,
Treasures for you and me,
Wonders to behold,
For those that are bold,
And take the time to just open thier eyes,
To see the never ending beauty of the skies.
So look around you and see,
The wonders of a land that is free.
A little angel not what she seems.
She walks among mortals,
As sings of open portals,
Into the depths of the soul.
Portals that make one whole.
She sings a beautiful song of hope,
To help the people to cope,
With the troubles that plague their heart,
So it will not be complelty torn apart.
My gaurdian angel is who she be,
Helping me to forever stay darkness free.
With the dragons fast and bright,
And dance within your inner light,
To banish dark from day.
Sing a little melody,
About the great things you will see,
Riding the dragons so high and free,
And dancing as they play.
