Magic World

Once upon a magic world,
so far away but yet close to here.
Is a world built on gold,
the gold from thoughts and dreams.

But far away from the magic world,
is a little boy walking alone.
In a world there is nothing but cold,
he dreams of happiness and nothing more.

He sleeps in the gutter,
there is no where to go.
He lay down and shutter,
so dirty and cold.

He begs for some bread,
but people don't care.
He never slept in a bed,
or anything alike.

He gives up all hope,
cause no one will ever care.
He starts to soap,
and lose his poor little soul.

He drifts away,
following an old friend.
Finally everything feels okay again,
for the first time in many years.

He see a light,
so bright and warm.
He takes the flight,
and flee into the night.

Finally he is safe,
and no longer afraid.
He walks through a cave,
what a beautiful sight.

He is no longer alone,
but with people to love.
He is forever gone,
to the magic world upon.