in her head

in her head she dreams each night of worlds beyond our reach of sight of wild adventures in secret layers and creatures with midnight stares in her head the stories grow as heroes rise and villains throw their darkest plots to seize the day but she won't let them have their way in her head the words do flow as she paints a picture for each new bow of landscapes fast and skies so blue and heroes brave and brave deeds true in her head as a magical land where stories are made from her own Fair hand and everyone and anyone can come and play if they're willing to get lo st in The fray so in her head she'll always stay and in her dream she'll play and play creating worlds that never tire all from the power of her own desire