No one beleives the things I saw
The golden gates and hedges tall
They don't beleive in fairytales
Say I'm a child who's playing games
They don't beleive the things I say
All the talk of my yesterdays
Spent inside a secret world
Where white horses carry you
Across the streets made of pearls
They cannot beleive the cautions I give
Of playing cards that dare to speak
They do not see what I have seen
The chaos echoed in my dreams
Stunned into silence was I when
They told me it was in my head.
Clear as day I saw it then
The world I'd been too.
No one beleives the chaotic dreams
Of this little girls wonderland scene.
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