Verse 1 I built a kingdom in the air, With paper soldiers everywhere. Some were heroes, some were thieves, Changing faces with the breeze. Every story lived inside The little world where dreams could hide. Back when every shadow knew A child could make the gray sky blue. Pre-Chorus Life was painted black and white, Before we learned the shades of light. We owned so little in our hands... Yet somehow held the richest lands. Chorus When joy was rare, it burned like fire, A tiny spark that climbed much higher. One simple gift, one holiday, Could light an ordinary day. Now every wish arrives too fast, Nothing feels like it can last. Tell me, where did wonder go? Lost beneath the endless glow. Verse 2 Brand-new shoes just once a year, Enough to fill our hearts with cheer. A wooden toy, a laughing street, Dust and sunshine at our feet. Happiness was never loud, It didn't need a giant crowd. It whispered softly, "Wait for me..." And patience grew into belief. Pre-Chorus Now children stare through glowing skies, A thousand worlds behind their eyes. Everything they dream appears... Yet magic disappears. Chorus When joy was rare, it stayed alive, It taught our hopeful hearts to strive. The smallest moments became gold, Because they couldn't all be sold. Now every miracle is free, Flowing like a digital sea. But somewhere deep inside my soul, I'm still chasing what was whole. Bridge If I could borrow yesterday, I'd take them all that lonely way. Just one month beneath that sun, Where happiness was slowly won. Let them meet the silent pain That taught our hearts to dance again. Not because the world was kind... But because hope had time. Final Chorus Today I stand beneath bright screens, Buying all their glowing dreams. Holding presents in my hands, Living in these modern lands. Still my childhood calls my name, Like an old forgotten flame. Some treasures only bloom this way... When joy is rare enough to stay. Outro My imaginary friend is gone... But sometimes, when the night is long, I hear his footsteps in the breeze, Reminding me of simpler dreams. And though the world has changed its art... The rarest joy still lives inside the heart.
