Am I not lovely?
Do my wings not fill you with awe?
Dance with me in the moonlight
Sing the silver song of purest bells
And revel in the glory of the creator
We are the Muses
The laughter and tears
We are the keeper of children
The guide for the dead
And friend to all things living
You tell of us in your tales
Dream of us at night
Yet doubt our existence with your science
Who is to say that you are correct?
Why should we be unreal?
Is not all this but a dream?
Prove to me your worth
Reveal your true self
And I will judge your right to Heaven