She builds castles in her sandbox on the second floor,
and dreams of ancient mysteries, though she is only four;
She reads fables, fairytales and nursery rhymes,
envisioning other places, other people, other times;
And it seems as though she's been there, long ago before,
but how can that be?  She is only four.
                
         —-knights and maidens
         —-princes and toads
         —-cabbages and kings
         and yellow brick roads.

Across the sea on a distant shore,
a nineteen-year-old lad is in the midst of war;
"Death to the enemy" is their battle cry,
as they shoot to kill in a twinkling of an eye;
He sees castles all around him destroyed in a rage,
and dreams of far off distant times from another page;
He remembers building castles when he was only four,
in his sandbox on the porch of the second floor;
He recollects the fables, the tales and the rhymes,
envisioning other places, other people, other times;
And it seemed as though he'd been there long ago before,
but how can that be?  He was only four.
         
         —-knights and maidens
         —-princes and toads
         —-cabbages and kings
          and yellow brick roads.

Many years later in a new and different world,
chance brought them together as their paths unfurled;
They walked the paths together discovering a love so great
and time no longer mattered—-just the mysteries of fate;
Was it finally time to build their castle in the sands, 
seeking ancient mysteries and times in other lands?

         —-knights and maidens
         —-princes and toads
         —-cabbages and kings
         and yellow brick roads.