Where your imagination runs free,
In your head, where everything's wild,
It doesn't matter if you get older,
Still inside, is your inner child.
Do you still think of things that don't exist?
Or things that cannot be seen,
Yet only in your imagination,
And while in bed when you start to dream?
Do you believe in fairytales?
Do you believe in magical things?
Do you believe in witches and goblins?
Or creatures that can grow wings?
What do you believe in?
Is it the King, or the one above?
It's okay to believe in fairytales,
Especially if you do it with love.
Age doesn't matter,
As long as you're thinking wild,
Where fairytales do exist,
And connects with your inner child.
