Fairytale Bliss

FAIRYTALE BLISS In a place so deserted,  In a dark night like this  I came where it all began  looking for some fairytale bliss. The wobbly walls and the creaking door led to something known,  a feeling old but felt before.  From that retro dialer, Grandpa's rocking chair  To those needles of granny All made it so clear. The bed reverberating those lullabys, that gentle touch of mother Ohh those stains still there, those innocent excuses of brother  Peaked from the cupboard rusted  the echoes of the past The moments painfully beautiful  Which now no longer last. Those shillings, those dolls, those scarfs and that wind-chime sound  Just like a pot of gold  All lost now found. Sometimes most cherished memories  truly inflict the most pain Ohh this wish to relive  to start all over again  Then I set my gaze upon  that broken glass  ...