As the winds blow so does the thoughts that swirl in my head ,
The fantasies are so real that I wonder what's the deal ....
I can't touch you , I can't see you but I feel your essence ,
To me it's very real .
Where are you my love , Where do you hide ?
I can't seem to find the reason for the ride .
What I've dreamt or where we've went , is it real ? I think not .....
So as an old fool speaking , let me make this clear,
I'll continue to live in my make-believe world .
What I hold close and what I hold dear , Is always alive in my fantasy spear.
Where smiles are like rainbows and tears are like rain ,
And kisses are jewels of every name . My heart is all tender with radiant love ,
For my Eagle that flys in the clouds up above ,
He watches and waits , when I know down deepĀ , he will always be mine .....
In my Fantasy's ....