In a land of fairies  
Where trees are always green
Dwells an innocent lady
As beautiful as ever been seen

Her eyes like an ocean
Deep truthful and clear
Her lips are like roses
She smells as if summer is near

But today it is not more then
A display of disbelieve
A shred of a world that once was vivid
And now full of grief

Her voice is like bells ringing
Clear and profound
The light touches her hair
That is silky and brown

Full of belief in human beings
Always with a new point of view
Admiring the nature for all of its doings
Can see and admire all that is new

But today it is not more then
A display of disbelieve
A shred of a world that once was vivid
And now full of grief

For believing in a world
Of fairies and green trees
For believing in people
And the good faith they seize

She should have been aloud
To make her own choices
So she could now go to sleep
Without hearing their voices

Because what else could she have become
But a display of disbelieve
When to a world that is vivid
Being forced so much grief