Take me back to that time
where everything was just so devine.
Where normal struck back at midnight
I just know it would be such a sight.
Take me back to the place
where everything was at own pace.
Where poisonous apples and singing birds
were so easily seen and heard.
Unfortunately taken back I cannot be
because it is non-existent, you see.
Everyone dancing in the balls,
or a princess running down palace halls.
I wish, I wish I could see all of this
But all of this is just fairy-tale bliss.
