Someplace in the land of Shadow.
Silhouettes act out our thoughts, imagined;
By the light of candles.
Dancing alongside the flickering light.
They recite make-believe stories in the dark of night.
Kingdoms rise near fairytale streams.
From the minds of children who love to dream.
The specters perform their play called Phantom.
To enchant the souls who visit Shadow.
In life we live, and to sleep, we take.
All the wonders that our hearts create.
Stories made-up within our being.
Replayed in Shadow when we dream.