In a world of Make-Pretend,
Everything's got to come to an end.

Princes and Princesses seem to be mere reality.
What will become of them when they find clarity?

I entrust not what I see,
But what I believe.

My sight is far beyond the mean.
I see beyond - The in-between.

I envision a Heaven; a Hell.
Listen to the chapel; their ringing bell.

It offers peace, it offers love.
This help, they say, comes from a man up above.

But, for people who don't believe, where do they go?
No one, I say. No one knows.

There's a land called 'Make-Pretend."
Its grasp on reality is at a bend.

For every good, there's a bad:
For the sane, for the mad.

For every effect, there is a cause.
As a result, some may need a button for life entitled 'Pause.'

Sometimes the truth is hard to hear.
We just need a helping hand; someone to care.

For every love, there's a hate.
Sometimes, your heart will feel like bait.

Within the world is someone so true; so kind.
To them, we become so blind.

In the land of Make-Pretend,
No one is there... Their lives put to an end.