Gliding on feathers of fairytales,
Spinning and dancing on stars,
With eyes of beauty blissful,
Longing to somewhere find ours.

Amidst chaotic confusion,
Of world’s changing cold,
With hope for sweet love’s liberty,
In fields of glimmering gold.

A boy lost in his own warped ways,
A girl with joy, hurt and love,
Both collide in fairy gaze,
And meet like a sun kissed dove.

In storybooks of palace old,
Dancing in a golden...