There's a note that wants to be sung
There's a bell that longs to be rung
There's a hole that needs to be filled
But there's a dream that's just been killed
And now no one will play again
And now no one will sing(dum)
No cloud in the world will shape again
Into that mystical king(dum)
Oh, but here's a hope to be had
Yes, here's a silver smile
Though the sun has left its horse so high
The moon shall watch the dark-lit sky
And the stars shall be her all-seeing eyes
Spinning webs to catch the lies
And spinning tales to dazzle the minds
To keep the children of earth alive
(Though, to this, I must reply:
You want us breathing, I wonder why)
Take the time to push them on
Feed them wishes to make them "strong"
And protect their eyes when it appears
That Reality is drawing near
Ready to reveal your bed-time stories
As less than promises of fame and glory
Ready to fill your victim's thoughts
With the entirety of your plot
Putting an end to your well-crafted scheme
And bringing the world out of the dream
That you had them believing was truth
Stone^_^Rose Community Member 
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