Dream Land

There's this little land,
That I love to visit,
Has everything from lollipops,
To the eyes of the grim reaper.

We visit it each and every night,
Our eyes start to close,
The stars in the night start to fade,
And dreams start to creep.

The things that happened earlier that day,
Are pushed out of mind,
And the things in the back of our mind,
Come to dream with us.

Everything from being a little kid,
Scraping knees while bike riding,
To heartaches,
And nightmares.

So come and dream with us,
For we don't know what's in store,
The only way we can find out is,
If we begin to dream.