The Future Past by Walter W. Quinn III

 

Oh, how I wish I was in

A fairy-tale land,

Full of visions, and treasures

Buried beneath the sand,

 

Id fly away on a magic ride

Found along some distant roadside,

My companion my lover,

A beauty none discovered.

 

Id fight nomads, but gain their trust,

Build an empire not built on lust,

Rule with a kind heart, steady and true,

And baby, Id do it with you.

 

Oh, how I wish I was in

A fairy-tale land,

Full of love, and treasures

Buried beneath the sand,

 

Kings would travel from all around,

Musicians playing their fabulous sound,

Lovers embrace in the freedom shared,

And all nowhere better will have faird.

 

My steed be mine dragon, and still further mine sword,

As with her white skin I offer one word

Of peace, so all would be spared,

And I return, us still paird.

 

Oh, how I wish I was in

A fairy-tale land,

Full of hope, and treasures

Buried beneath the sand,

 

As armies clash with only their words,

And sights and sounds be only love birds,

As cheers arise and trumpets sound,

And no one is unequal, a common link found,

 

My kingdom glitters not with mountains of gold,

But kind eyes sparkling and stories told

Of their great king, but even more toward

The beautiful queen for which he did for er.

 

Oh, how I wish I was in

A fairy-tale land,

Full of time, and treasures

Buried beneath the sand,

 

But time is not true, it has run out,

A grain of sand naught but a pearl of doubt,

A splinter in the mind caused a unseen

Pain in the heart, and guilt is in the beauteous queen.

 

She has run away, gone with another,

My kingdom collapses, the pillars asunder,

This vision fades, now replaced with a void,

What was once for all enjoyed is now destroyed.

 

Oh, how I wish I was still in

A fairy-tale land,

Where my lady remains, the only treasure

Buried beneath the sand