The land where dreams are often more occurring than reality.
It’s all snow,
Rather any hope of being.
The high, cold and mighty Alps,
Where more dreams are shattered than being fulfilled.
Where laughter is stuffed in banks
And money not found,
Where all is lost,
That remains to be found.
Where big princesses turn kaput for flattery and charmed relations,
But the honest ones remain honest despite all turbulences all around.
And the big men,
With bald heads and big majesties,
Need to learn a lesson in humbleness,
In love and prosperity
And in being truthful
While the small ones needn’t go to far,
For in them resides love which will take to their goals,
Which is very much in the core than any bigwig who rather shouldn’t be,