We found each other in the dusty pages of an endless tale
The precious books dog-eared, loved into tatters
Held together with rubberbands and tape and stubbornness
The characters real to us, alive and important
With something yet to do, something yet to say
Adventures unending, overflowing from our deepest dreams

We share a longing to prolong, embellish, what if, if only, if we could but....
Together we breathe deep the heady fumes of imagination
And step, hand in hand, beyond the clifftop of the ordinary
While fellow voices chorus from behind us, around us, above us
"We're coming too!"