Dreams keep running through my mind

Reflecting memories of long ago.

Made in a land of fairy tales,

A place my heart longs for so.

Cut off from the rest of the world

With streams, and meadows to roam,

Viewed from a little girl's eyes,

A place that would always be home

A place where berries grew wild

Where rabbits and squirrels were seen

Where a racoon could be a friend

And deer played down by the stream.

A world where imagination made all come true

And a little girl could be a queen

Where daydreams were spun like cobwebs

But a world where everything wasn't what it seemed.

For every little girl has to grow up

And daydreams shatter in your hand,

You find the home you thought was your own

Is nothing but a simple piece of land.

The flowers don't seem to bloom so bright,

And fairy tales no longer come true,

For it is seen now through grownup eyes,

No longer the world that you knew.

But still...Somewhere in the back of my mind

That place will always remain

From all those memories long ago

To beckon me back time and again.