At night I find myself dreaming of great battles and kings,
And sorts of magical horses with wings.
I dream of of brave knights,
Saving Beautiful ladies from horrid frights.
In the morning I often think of the night before,
When my brother laughs at my wild dreams I just ignore,
Because deep down in my heart,
I know that he can't heart my life by trying to get me to turn apart from my fantasy
world I love so much.
Truly, in my fantasy there really is a land beyond the rainbow,
There really is a land of magic,
There really is a world I can turn to every day of my life.