There is behind me a time for fantasy.
A time when dream and reality were one in the same.
A time where I could touch the stars with a wish,
Or hold the sun in the palm of my hand.
There is behind me a time where eternity stretched out before me.
Forever, a place to reach rather than an impossibility.
A time where hope embraced me.
A time where fear could be swept away with a kiss,
Or with a soft, encouraging word.
There is behind me a time where dreams were wings that carried me on clouds
To castles and caves and galaxies far, far, away.
There is behind me a time…
A time that I will never see again.