Remember the time you,
Believed in the wee people,
And fairies didn’t have double meanings,
When every thing was sunshine and roses-
And you could hear the trees whispering;

O, where and when did you get lost?
The portal has begun to close.
But look hard and then,
Then you can see the light flickering,
Through the remnants of innocence.
Believe, and then,
It will all be yours.
Your belief gives them life,
The knights, damsels in distress,
Red-Riding Hood, Snow White,
Even the big, bad wolf and the evil queen.
Without it, they would fade,
Through the mists of time,
And where will the world be,
Without your innocence.