Brought up with fairies,
And all of the stories,
Where the good, the fair, the truth,
Despite all the struggles,
Strife and the troubles,
They are rewarded and they\'ll triumph,
But the story\'s over,
When you close the cover,
And wake when a day\'s born,
The sky with grey clouds,
And grey people crowds,
They all just make you mourn,
All of your dreams,
They just disappear,
Like childish playful laughter,
It\'s all just descending,
With no happy ending,
And happy ever after.