Pixie Dust

The pixies dance in reflected light,
And ride on dreamclouds in a Neverland flight
While the king of faeries rules the land
As his sweet angel queen holds his hand.

The silver-red petal of a soft satin rose
Is the home of a munchkin with a shiny red nose,
And the gnomes and bridge trolls try to behave,
And no one disturbs the giant's cave.

And the children can come here, and play in the sun,
And rejoice in the magic of laughter and fun,
And love shines from the heavens and smiles fall down as rain,
And the young ones are happy again and again

But as they get older and run out of time,
They think more of logic, reason and rhyme,
And power and money, cleaning and chores,
And they can't find the keys to open the doors

Of the magical kingdom that was happy and true,
Where children could do what they wanted to do.
But, though the image has faded, the memory's still there,
Of rolling down hills and letting down hair,

And they can forget their worries and get back to playing,
And not listen to what other grown-ups are saying.
And the world would be perfect if you could just start
To rekindle the magic that still lives in your heart.