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And Then I Wake Up


When I was small I would believe That Fairies surrounded me And protected me From the bad But when I grew My fairies turned to dew And formed my tears And leaked to the ground Turning to Roses Surrounded by Thorns Wrapping my ankles Trying to drag me down Into the Pixie corpse ground And one day I fall The Thorns tighten painfully The Bony little hands Wrap around me And the Fairies who protected me Whispered With rose-covered heads "Come join the dead my dear" "Where there is still magic in the air" And tempting it did sound Elves danced around When I didn't object As I slowly sink into the ground Fear starting to pound And with a smile They suffocate me Covering my limbs with leaves As I think All hope is gone As I sink Until I stop Frozen I am Yet all around I see Nymphs Rescuing me With familiar faces That I love Tearing away the leaves and Thorns Setting my sun free And I am happy Running through the woods Bliss soaring through me And then I wake up And my world comes crashing down As I realize It's just a dream That probably will never be found So I sink into the ground As the fairies lull me to sleep The Pixies rock me With bony hands Elves play music quietly Fairy promises wrapping around And this time I don't see Any Nymphs Rescuing me
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