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.