The snow was soft as fur
Angel-winged and white
A hand-brush with forever
Dazzling and bright
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That wardrobe held our wish
That gushed forth liked a stream
And birthed a wondrous world
With daring and a dream
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The freshness of our youth
We marked with snow-stained feet
And we had faith in fancies
A lamppost light to lead
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My bow and arrow served me
The twang sang in my ears
Like birds of war ascending
Putting to flight my fears
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The horn was at my lips
And notes rose from the past
Like the sweetest drink of succor,
My lips still crave the taste
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But the thing that charmed me most
The Lion, and His mane…
The way His roar resounded
Majestic and untamed
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We journeyed there as one
We weathered storms with friends
The world was fair as love
And darkness had an end
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But all is now eclipsed
Our memories recede
For nothing is as real
As children’s make-believe
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The world is deaf and dumb
Wrong is the same as right
We are the walking wounds
Of disillusion’s bite
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Take the compass path
We have oft been told
Accept it all as nothing
Rage not against the cold
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Try everything and nothing
Experience is key
Embrace the senseless vacuum
That sucks out memories
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This is the grownups’ world
We dreamt of in our youth
Yet now a nightmare reigns
And we ask, what is truth?
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I manage in the day
To play the cynic’s part
To know that God is Dead
And so is my cold heart
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But in the night I scream
And beat my pillow hard
For woods of worlds still haunt
And numb souls feel the shard
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Yes, in the night I dream
I hear the lion’s roar
I see Him handed over
To even treason’s score
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I see the witch of ice
Who seems most like our world
With all her cunning calm
And all her wrath unfurled
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“So much for love,” she says
I see the blade unsheathe
I see it plunge through fur
I see Him drowned in death
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I shudder and awake
I tell myself it’s false
I shiver in the silence
And yet I feel the loss
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Oh yes, the loss runs deep
Deeper than any lie
So I embrace the pain
And in the dark I cry
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I feel no ounce of faith
Yet terror in the doubt
For there is so much to lose
I never dared to count
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I tried to turn my mind
To shiny grownup toys
From posh careers and styles
To flirting with the boys
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Yet emptiness is here
And deafness in the soul
I only dream of lion’s eyes
Hear Narnian oceans roll
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So in the dark I walk
Step by step alone
Yet sometimes I’m a queen
Upon a Narnian throne
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And there are tremors here
An earthquake splitting breath
A table cracked in two
The turning back of death
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For dreams are often real
More real than real to me
And I think if I keep dreaming
The truth might set me free