The Land of Himmaphan

There once lived a boy
with a painted forehead
He took a stroll through
the haunted forest
Wanting to find the
enchanted castle
Afraid of his fate
and the creepy crawlies
It's not a, it's not a, a fairytale

Dance with the wild,
you're a child, your imagination
Run with the wind,
you're a king of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale

Meanwhile back in the misty meadow
He found the path from
an eloquent sparrow
Afraid of his fate
and the creepy crawlies
Takes out his brush,
paints a different story
It's not a, it's not a, a fairytale

Dance with the wild,
you're a child, your imagination
Run with the wind,
you're a king of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale
So dance where you're wild,
be a child in your own creation
Fly through the wind,
you're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale

Dance where you're wild,
be a child in your own creation
Fly through the wind,
you're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale
So dance with the wild,
you're a child, your imagination
Run with the wind,
you're a king of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Dimiglio-wood, Sumate Posayanukul, Jenvit Chanpanyawong, Steve Lillywhite, Karinyawat Durongjirakan, Settharat Phangchunan, Atirath Pintong
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