Reality is heavy 
Duty is steep 
Tell me a story 
To help me sleep

It doesn’t need a hero 
A middle or an end
Just start with the words
And let us begin

Give me fear
And hate and pain
Sometimes, crying
Releases the strain

Make me laugh
And dance and sing
Get lost in the music
Forget every damn thing

Give me love
Passion that endures
If only for one night
Whisper, “I’m yours"

Lie if you must
A tale is a tale
The bigger the better
The larger the sale

Where angels and demons
Share their fame
There is no rhyme or reason
Nor need to explain

Make me a fantasy
Give me a dream
A vision with no lesson
Pushed to the extreme

You are the artist
Your brush please lift
Paint me different
This is your gift

My eyes grow so weary
My heart turns to stone
My dreams are so distant
Now that I’m grown

But you can tell me a story
They help me to cope
They make me remember
That I still have hope.