As they remember times when we believed they were real
when dragons flew the skies above and rested on mountains high
our faith left us and beliefs did fade as we faced our lifes ordeal
I still can hear them as they roam the earth and wonder why
why we let the beauty of thier image in our minds slip away
why did we ever let thier wonder and enchanment die
why couldn't we just let them keep flying high for one more day
S.M.
