Fairies Like Us

It is quiet here in the woods
where we only hear birds singing
and the sound of our breath
My fairy man, the tears that flow
from our eyes,
are those tears of joy or tears of sadness
But does it even matter
as the weather always changes
everything always changes
Except the love in our hearts

And although we may long to stay here
safe in our dreams
where we always hold each other
and where the outside world
can do us no harm,
fairies are meant to go out and go up,
to play, to fly, to sing and to dance
and to create and tell their tales
to spread their love and magic
sparkle their dreams
for we need each other
and the world needs fairies like us