Arcadia

There's a place where we all belong
cnd is called crcadia
Our arms like branches of the trees
Our thoughts like sparks in the air
Our fears like grey clouds in the quietest moments
Our feet like anchors in the sky
Our eyes like lighthouses in the deepest sea
Our ears like rivers in the desert
Imagination is the highest town
Reality is the deepest town
cnd in the middle there's crcadia
It's our fantasy
You can call your past future
cnd your reality only illusion