The Real Group
My Hidden World
Deep inside I have a secret place
Where lost and hidden dreams appear to me
Memories wake in this enchanted space
Whispering of things once so dear to me

Time is running, slipping through my hands
Like grains of sand, every single one a broken wish
All my dreams of longing once so clear
Fade from bright to gray and disappear

And my hidden world is a desert land
Where nothing grows upon the sand
Until a solitary flower takes my breath away

Shе is small very small but oh she is beautiful
Alivе she thrives a universe unto herself
And then I know - hope was never gone
For there is always more, more day to dawn

Now sometimes in my world of dreams
I look out and suddenly it seems
A hidden sea of flowers
Awaits the desert showers

Then I realize that dreams really change with me
And that sorrow and happiness are the seasons I bring
So it seems to me and I'll always be
So very happy for the dreams that see the spring