She drifts as softly as a cloud
You barely sense her there
She blends into the largest crowd
As though she's made of air
The crystal of her fantasy,
Protected by the night
Tells of that which she can see
A kingdom made of light
A constant angel sings her dream
Of Warmth and Purity
But the shelter she relies on
Is just insecurity
For fairy vision clouds her sight,
And bid this dreamscape grow
This world has stolen all her light
But still, she can't let go














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