When I fall asleep I drift away
Into a magical place I wish to stay
Because the real world is full of doubt
It drys the imagination like a drought

I attempt to stay, but to no prevail
So in my dreams a faraway land I sail
For I am the leader, the master, the plan
And before my people I do stand

No one thought I could succeed
But I smell sucess when I breath
For in my land of perfect peace
Not even the saddest weep

So when I fall asleep I drift away
To a magical place I wish to stay
Because the real worl is full of doubt
It drys imagination like a drought…