Blue like sapphire beneath a morning sun. 
Burning with fire of a crystalline soul 
A laughter that never quite reaches inside 
Where secrets weather like untouched gold. 
Skin like ivory, perfect; a goddess she must be. 
Slender finders, unadorned; beautiful simplicity. 
A single tear drop, when did it fall? 
Could this goddess be mortal after all? 
Fantasy, a shining goddess, 
She controls the tides. 
Fantasy, a brilliant goddess 
She controls our lives 
Fantasy, a golden goddess 
In her hands is the light. 
Fantasy, a silver goddess 
In her hands is the night.