She grows black roses inside her fantacy,
Lives in her own little country.
Stares up at a golden galaxy,
There's no greed or need of money.
Lack of sanity but no catastrophe,
Inside her fantacy.

There's no existence of a patriarchal society,
It's better than this reality.
Every 20 yards away there's a field of coffee beans,
To keep the warm aroma of the city,
Inside her fantacy.

It's no tale of fairy,
But atleast it isn't as scary.
It's a happy ending movie,
With no scientific theories.
Just love and mercy,
No strategy or tragedy.
People may not believe,
But she's gonna lead a legacy,
Inside her fantacy.


© ladybird