fairytales

farytales ain't real but imagine living a life of like that me and you understand the sky but not counting the stairs pretending that Airplanes are like shooting stairs because a wish will do looking into your eyes and finding a home your smile becoming the last thing I see before night ends Fairytales ain't real but imagine creating our own destiny under night sky hearing the sound of the gravity the wind waving around slowly but surely passes us by and by that time slowly accepting you as my one