MY FANCY STORY

I know you don't know me

There is no reason you should.

But I've a story to tell you,

If this time is good.

I'd like to sing you a story,

Of a life that I Live.

Please sing along,

If your thoughts you can give.

KNOWING LAUGHTER.

KNOWING TEARS.

KNOWING MYSELF.

I AM FACING MY FEARS.

And . . .

I am QUESTING for KNOWLEDGE.

I am QUESTING for LOVE.

I am QUESTING for something,

I have ALWAYS DREAMED OF.

While . . .

I'm just doing time,

In this self-imposed hell.

Still repairing the damages done,

By those things I won't tell.

They have taunted my days,

With silent screams.

Then when I slept,

They invaded my dreams.

The damage was done,

By those things I won't say.

So I'm learning through time,

To cherish the play.

And . . .

As I am QUESTING for KNOWLEDGE.

As I am QUESTING for LOVE.

As I am QUESTING for something,

I have ALWAYS DREAMED OF.

While . . .

KNOWING LAUGTHER.

KNOWING TEARS.

KNOWING MYSELF.

I HAVE FACED MY FEARS.

Now . . .

I know you don't know me,

There is no reason you would.

But I see something in you

That tells me we should.

When you sing me a story,

of a life that you give.

And I'll sing along,

Through the times we will live.

And . . .

WE WILL KNOW LAUGHTER.

WE WILL KNOW TEARS.

WE WILL KNOW EACH OTHER.

WE WILL SHARE OUR FEARS.

While . . .

We are QUESTING for KNOWLEDGE.

As we QUESTED for LOVE.

We have QUESTED and FOUND,

What WE ALWAYS DREAMED OF.


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