Colored marbles meet head on.
As stories are told
By the passing wind
While the boy travels high
With happiness and wings
Stairs are built up in the sky
For people to walk upon
When the flowers over grow
And when the grass becomes too thick
Because people are mysterious
With odd looking figures
As they wander up and down
The stairs up in the sky
And little boys and girls
All learn how to fly
And entwine with the people
Who don't know where they're going
Those little boys and girls
Whisper in our ears
While we float up in the air
As music passes by
In and out our ears, a solft melody
Singing our world into a reality
And this is why we all love to dream.
