Weaving Magic

Thro' the threads of time
You tell the stories of yore.
I listen to you patiently
But you don't have the time,
The listening chords of silence;
Need time to tell you a story of ours
Which thro' the history of time
Will write a tale of thine.
To tell the history of tales,
Which children would like to hear,
And so thro' the times we sail,
To a world of our own.