"Where The Fairies Fly"

I want to go where dreams are made,
where the light is always bright.
To soar just like the spirits do,
when day turns into night.

I want to see that sparkle shine,
of a being up on high.
To be caught in the web of mystery.
not really knowing why.

To hear the wind whisper,
"take my hand, don't be shy"
To be lifted far above the stars,
up where the fairies fly.....