In a Land Called Fantasy

The shadows loom above my head Filling the village, we're full of dread The mountains behind me shake violently Yet I see something bright, near the sea A break in the clouds, sun shines down Upon Gossamer's Palace- like a flowing gold gown And though we are far from the palace I no longer feel a dark malice The fog that drifts by the sea Comes closer and closer still to me I no longer want to stand in the dark I want to hear the song of the lark, the sun's spark I take off on foot, to travel the road Eventually to go to the castle's abode The path is blocked on the straighter way But I cannot, no- I will not stay So I travel on a dirt line in the grass Tenderly, as if my feet on shattered glass It takes me farther, and I am lost It's getting cold, I feel the frost Everything seems the same to me And I pray, I pray so fervently And I travel on, without much change Waiting for the scene to rearrange The road seems tedious, withered and long But despite the setbacks, my hope isn't gone For still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate that'll bring me safely to the place I've dreamed of with a smiling face And to my delight as I round the bend the selfsame scenery is at an end i hear the waves, I see the light And there's the palace shining bright the magic mist surrounds the sea And I'm happy in this land called fantasy