Once long ago and in a world far away
A delusional young woman with a head full of impossible dreams
Accompanied her father on a plane trip to New York
To visit aging but still vital relatives
She believed that one day
She would often take to the sky
Flying high forever on those dreams
My relatives and my father are now all as dead as those foolish dreams
And hope for a better tomorrow
Might as well be on the moon
There are no second chances for mad fools
Who squandered their youth
That world is gone
And for me it is far too late
To make impossible dreams come true
Me
The Real Cie
Keeping it Real
Even when the truth hurts
