I wrote the original version of this song in high school. (How many songs do I have to my name now for which that is the case?) This song is about the loss of dreams, the loss of one’s sense of self, and the reclaiming of both of those things.
How many people do you know who talk about things they want to do, but aren’t doing, or who talk about things they wanted to do, but act as if they no longer have the chance to? This is a song for them. Life is not a thing that’s happening to you, it is a story that you have the power to write yourself. So don’t give up on your dreams. You need those to survive, to be human.
It is my hope that this song will help someone somewhere remember that, and reclaim dreams that they’ve lost.
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell
There was magic, once, in everything,
from the sunset to the trees.
She watched it fall as snowflakes,
heard it whisper on the breeze.
She knew that she belonged outside,
to dream in rain or shine,
To make warfare over wild berries,
and peace among the pines.
There was a dragon in the car port,
and gremlins in the car,
A werewolf in the forest,
and gnomes beneath the yard.
She dreamed them real, and many more,
every night and day,
But of all the friends she played with,
her favorite were the fey.
And she built castles of moss and of stone,
Decked with acorn caps and borrowed bones.
And she peered through reality’s seams
As she dreamed her faerie dreams.
She would lay out tiny clothes for them
on their beds of cottonseed,
Elegant gowns of flower petals,
walking sticks of reed.
Their feast ware was made of tiny shells
she found around the creek,
Their statues, empty cicada hulls
from summer’s burning peak.
But summer shortly faded,
as all things pass with time.
She got caught up in the reason,
but forgot about the rhyme.
Adulthood slowly stripped away
the wonder from her eyes,
And she forgot that in dreaming,
her inner peace resides.
Now she builds credit and lives on her own,
And works two jobs just to pay her student loans.
But she must peer through maturity’s seams
To reclaim her fairy dreams.
There was never time for daydreams
for far too many years,
For she had obligations to fulfill,
and far too many fears.
She had to scramble just to keep up,
but it was never quite enough.
She tried to keep on pushing,
she struggled to be tough.
Then one day her mother sent her
a piece of artwork she had drawn.
There were fairies dancing ‘round
in a ring upon the lawn.
It had been in her childhood
that she had drawn the scene,
But it came from the past and rescued her
like a long-forgotten key.
Now she draws castles of moss and of stone
That give her freedom and hope for tomorrow.
And she remakes her reality’s seams
With the help of her fairy dreams.
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