Who haven't kissed the printless snow,
Who cannot see, they'll never know
Why you are beautiful to me,
Just like the boy you'll never be.
My paper prince, my mirror friend,
If I should reach my journey's end,
You'd only slip away again,
But I need that pain.
'Cause I'm walking in the wrong land.
My generation doesn't understand.
They want to reach the high
But I would die
If I could only touch your hand.
Tell me why we cannot be
With those we close our eyes to see,
Or would the bubble burst if we should touch?
I thought as much.
And when the veil begins to fall,
Guard my desire, I can't have all.
The cherry won't come round again,
Too late when boys turn into men.
Companion love; the peaceful life.
If I could live as someone's wife,
And keep them dreaming length away...
No one lives that way.
'Cause I'm walking in the wrong land etc.
Elizabeth Hopkinson