I am a girl of constant dreaming
I see fancy and fiction come to life
But still my days are spent awandering
Searching for meaning, a kiss or knife

My heroes are books, my love a dream
I hold the protagonist's hand
And watch the beauties and friends through screens
Through windows into the other lands

I draw the knives, I swing the swords
Yet my hands are smooth and fair
Unused, unworked, and printing words
Unable to do, unable to care

I leaf the page, I flick the cage
I hammer at invisible walls
To be let in to the worlds of days
But my books, they don't hear my calls

I am a girl of constant dreaming
I am someone who cries and screams
For invisible friends and foes akilling
Yet still, I'll never live my dreams.