"Sing me a song,
where crystal lights fall.
Where crying is not allowed,
and singing is all.
Sing me a song,
where the fairies all win
Where monsters aren't monsters,
and kinfolk are kin.
Sing me a song,
where I can escape--
Flying into the clouds,
away from it all.
Sing me a song,
where you don't have to think.
No thoughts are allowed,
just free will and song.
Sing me a song,
that you know you love to hear,
where our voices mingle--
completely clear.
Sing me a song,
in the crisp night air.
Where the moonlight stands firm,
shining in my hair.
Sing me a song,
where I don't have to cry.
Where I don't have to think,
where I am never shy.
Sing me a song,
of yellow daffodils.
That tells of great green fields,
and great rolling hills.
Sing me a song,
where my mother nevers yells--
or me at her--
over slightly trifling matters.
Sing me a song,
where everything is right--
in spite of all that's wrong--
in my darkness with no light.
Sing me a song,
where I know no wrong--
and things are fun,
and nothing is too long.
Show me this song I ask most firmly--
I would guess that it doesn't exist.
The darkness is strength to some--
And our sins are all too great to list."
posted by Val at 11/01/2001 10:07:00 PM
