Once there was
A silent canvas
Sleeping stories
Unimagined
Birth of what if's
Hope and wonder
Winds will be named
Words will shelter
Then
Something wicked
Their way came
Showed a way
To the Great Escape
Evoke the worlds
Sparked the brain
An ape in awe before a door
To labyrinth
To Keystone Earth
To fallen stars
To there and back
We are the writers
Of another way to be
We're the writers of
Whatever we cry home
A moment alone
With unbeknown
Reset the world
Imagine home
A primal need
To touch the stars
Only way there
To enter
Imagine music
Dance, illusion
Tales of Dust
Of man in the moon
The Sea Lady
Snow, Glass, Apples
It is stories
That built cathedrals
Then
Something wicked
Their way came
Showed a way
To the Great Escape
Evoke the worlds
Sparked the brain
An ape in awe before a door
A moment alone
With unbeknown
Reset the world
Imagine home
A primal need
To touch the stars
Only way there
To enter
To lose yourself
To find who you are
Follow your tale
Remember your name
Enter the woods
Tir na Nog
And bring back the Good
A pale blue
Theatre stage
A feast of
Beautiful tragedy, wonderful fantasy
The play is
Yours to write
Yours to live
Ready the night by a playwright
A pale blue
Theatre stage
A feast of
Beautiful tragedy, wonderful fantasy
The play is
Yours to write
Yours to live
Ready the night by a playwright
A pale blue
Theatre stage
A feast of
Beautiful tragedy, wonderful fantasy
The play is
Yours to write
Yours to live
Ready the night by a playwright
A moment alone
With unbeknown
Reset the world
Imagine home
A primal need
To touch the stars
Only way there
To enter