fairy tales my father told me

when I was a child

of evil dragons that filled the sky

engulfing the land in flames



but in every tale there was a hero

who like me, was a child

he would find his courage

stand alone

and see the dragons slain



once upon a time

a time we know today

and yet another tale

a boy and his father traveling

through the city

detour pulls them through

a hidden reality



wide eyed horrified

the child's eyes

nightmare awoken

the fantasy's broken

decaying buildings

and crying children

frozen hands surround

the burning cans



I said father can you tell me

what is this place I see before me

this is the underworld my son

this is the land beneath the city

it will disappear

just close your eyes

it isn't real it's not alive

this is the underworld



now years later

the memories still strong

the day I witnessed what the

dragons had done

my father's tale had come to life

am I the child that makes it right



I've seen the magic dragons and

their many evil forms

so rich and unfeeling

they've all become

I'm just a child so young

I'm no army I'm just one