Imagine riding pillion behind once a time princes
Fighting imaginary dragons over imaginary fences
Searching for depth and soul and rhyme,
To hold me up and help me define
Who I was and what I was and when was my time.
Being carried over thresholds of pillared white mansions
Full of wide eyed wonders in brand new fashions
Searching for depth and soul and rhyme,
To hold me up and help me define
Who I was and what I was and when was my time
Manufacturing skills, desperate to improve
Working and writing and needing to move
Searching for depth and soul and rhyme,
To hold me up and help me define
Who I was and what I was and when was my time
And then one day, when I was stumbling unbidden,
In a nearby place that I thought was forbidden
Behind my face and inside my mind,
Were all these treasures that were so long hidden.
In the depth of my soul, in tune with my rhyme,
Was all this truth waiting to define
Who I am and what I am
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