We wait in a world of imagination
For a hope to carry on
We live a dream of fascination
Before we know it we'll be gone
We are lost here in the wilderness
Seems there's hope left for us
Holding on to what lacks existence
Until the little left is lost
You shall return to your castle
And I'll retreat to the shadows
Though the heart may seem so cold
Desire burns deep below
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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