Fantasy

[Intro] In a world where there’s far too much ugliness... Only fantasy can save us... [Verse 1] It’s not an escape — no, it’s enrichment, Fantasy’s high, pure light. It gives us a reflection of belief, Where a secondary plot is born. [Chorus] Fantasy...........the essence of creation, Fantasy...........a stream of light, Fantasy...........a starlit way, A blooming flower rising from the clay of banality! [Verse 2] We see the sun, its colour — emerald-bright, In other worlds, where dreams feel real and true. May our reason stay clear and in its right, But in creativity, it’s ever renewed. [Instrumental break] Not a childish game, nor a mere whim — The great art of creation, bold and grand. So that a second world may rise from nowhere, Reality must be understood with care. [Chorus] Fantasy...........the essence of creation, Fantasy...........a stream of light, Fantasy...........a starlit way, A blooming flower rising from the clay of banality! [Verse 3] It doesn’t quench the thirst for truth’s discovery, It only pushes horizons far ahead. It grants us wondrous meetings, meant to be, Things we’d regret to miss while we are led. [Instrumental break] And somewhere there, beyond the edge of these lines, Worlds weave together into shimmering design. There stars whisper of distant paths unknown, And every sound is like a new decree, a tone. [Chorus] Fantasy...........the essence of creation, Fantasy...........a stream of light, Fantasy...........a starlit way, A blooming flower rising from the clay of banality! [Bridge] There, from shards of fiction and of truth, Grows space that breathes anew, alive once more. You’re the guide through shadows and through proof, You give life to what love truly is, for sure. [Verse 4] And though for now it’s just a voice in dimness, Just a soft whisper over waves so deep, We hold the thread, reading life’s own signs and hints, So this world won’t be veiled in sleep. [Outro] Veiled by boredom... and banality... [fade out]