It seems like four hundred silent years to me
Of shadows and hide and seek
Too long for most who see the fearful nights
And dying days of reality
And still the seekers remain with stubborn hope
Of fairy tales and happy endings
Of fairy tales and happy endings

But in the meantime
What have we to make of the meantime?
How are we to be in the meantime?
It’s such a long time

Still sailing on a sea of subtlety
But there is no shore in sight
Relying for some time on whispers
Of a new reality
And still the hearers remain with stubborn hope
Of fairy tales and happy endings
Of fairy tales and happy endings

I’m trusting, I’m waiting, I’m holding on for the happy ending

© 2005 Yvonne Lyon