This composition is a more "grown-up" form of the fairy tales I tell my daughter.
My daughter has a magical glass through which she can see all sorts of monsters scurrying through the streets. They are not dangerous and pose no threat at all - they simply live in their own dimension, and we are invisible to them as well.
However, they know that they can be seen through magical means (like the one my daughter has), so even though they are invisible, they try to remain discreet. And that is why my daughter has only managed to catch a fleeting silhouette of a resident of the invisible world a couple of times.
This is a more mystical version of the original composition, conveying the very emotions that live in this fairy tale.
My daughter has a magical glass through which she can see all sorts of monsters scurrying through the streets. They are not dangerous and pose no threat at all - they simply live in their own dimension, and we are invisible to them as well.
However, they know that they can be seen through magical means (like the one my daughter has), so even though they are invisible, they try to remain discreet. And that is why my daughter has only managed to catch a fleeting silhouette of a resident of the invisible world a couple of times.
This is a more mystical version of the original composition, conveying the very emotions that live in this fairy tale.
Lyrics
Magic glimpsed on crowded streets
Often missed ‘neath hurried feet
You may not see it’s always there
Each ember’s spark, each whispered prayer
It’s the wrong world, with the right twist
Though the spell is often hidden, it exists
In the bustling streets, magic hides,
Beneath the rush, where it abides.
Unseen, yet always in the air,
Each whispered wish, each silent prayer.
A world askew, yet somehow right,
Where hidden spells embrace the night.