Where does
this door lead, I wonder?
Do I believe in fairytales?
Am I
breathing in the same old air?
And if I am, why do I feel as
though I'm being filled with something new?
I can doubt all I want, but something in me knows
Maybe all those stories were true
Maybe it's true after all
There's no need for me to be the glowing sun
No need to be a cloud drifting in the sky
I'm fine the way I am
I'm strong just how I am
And I think maybe I believe in fairytales.
What do these words mean, I wonder?
The voices I hear in my dreams
The noise that crowds my everyday life
I think I've found it can't follow me here
But I am not alone in this place
I know that you're near, and I can almost see your face
Maybe all those stories were real
There's no need for me to be the blowing wind
No need to be a mountain way up high
I am proud to be who I am
I have faith in how I am
And I can't help but believe in fairytales.
