A touch of sadness goes a long, long way.
In the air of discord the memories fade
As I come across someone who needs my aid
She lies broken down and weary
In the land where flowers rot and the sky so dreary.
She lifts her heavy head and reaches out
And not a word from her mouth comes out.
A necklace she wears
So pretty but it her mother scares.
In the dream of our imagination the dreamers seek
A place of candied clouds and a world not so bleak
He stands with his back to the sea
And admires the monochrome tree.
From a branch you will discover
An extraordinary thing to uncover
It is a wonderful gift to some
But a friend to all but none.
It is a size that fits all
From large to small.