Verse

Fantasy

Fantasy – I wrote it years ago, but I admit without help it wouldn’t sound half as mediocre-okay as it does.

Fantasy

Late night I hear the calling
Of the vast rolling sea
The waters capture the seashells
Then they pull away from me
Should I heed the maidens
To harmonize as they sing
I’d risk falling and drowning
While the sky covers me
It’s only the sea

[Chorus]
I cannot be what you want me to be
I will not sing what you want me to sing
It’s only the sea

When the moon is rising
With a wolf chasing me
Running where the leaves fall
From the sleep laden trees
I will not stop to hurt him
Nor let him cut or capture me
I’m not lured by his fury
I prefer the peaceful green
He’s only a beast

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Far down in time’s echoes
Innocence waits for me
Wrapped in the shadows
From a touch trembling
If I sprung the trap there
Illusions lie would come clean
Why bleed for false causes
Solid fights need the ring
It’s only a dream

[Chorus]
I cannot be what you want me to be
I will not sing what you want me to sing
It’s only a dream
I cannot be what you want me to be
I will not sing what you want me to sing
It’s only a dream
It’s only a beast
It’s only the sea

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