As child I saw it all,
The dancing little forest fairies
Hidden beneath the wild strawberries.
When I saw Santa everyone heard me call.

A world filled with colour
Suddenly turned all dark.
My eyes lost their spark,
All I saw was ghosts, making me shudder.

I clung to hope, as though I was drowning,
Always kept a window open,
Words only to the moon spoken,
Still I always kept hoping.

Slowly the moon shone brighter,
I even unlocked the door.
Finally I saw there was still more
Fight left inside her.