My Crystal Castle

Oh, how I wish I lived, In a castle on a hill. Not made of ugly black stone, but crystal, if I will. The halls would smell of flowers, the interior, neat and clean. Everyone that lived there would be happy, never mean. From the tower I could see, the beautiful endless sky. I would gaze upon the land, so perfect, up this high. My day would be filled with laughter, in my castle, high above. My nights would be spent, enjoying, the people that I love. Oh, how I wish I lived, in a castle on a hill, where fantasy is reality, and reality's, if you will.