stories of long-lost
love or betrayal
a wicked witch, a
magical fountain,
fairies and gnomes
and dwarves—oh, my!
good wins out as
evil melts away
the dust settles,
the clear air is here to stay
worries are only
temporary, dry those tears
hold your head high
and rise to the sky
above the clouds
find an emerald tablet
rejoice as you read
the words to the wise
fantasy? perhaps,
but into the fold we go
the Saviour’s
promise is Truth, this I know
come rain and come
shine things look brighter
once the morning sun
adorns your face
and when we all hold
hands to cross the street
it shall be safer
for us all
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