Far beyond the stars and sun,
There Lies a land all it's own.
It isn't Heaven and it isn't Hell,
But somewhere we all know very well.
A Land that is a little hazy,
And certainly it's very lazy.
We seem to float into a mist,
Never realizing we are to visit.
It isn't warm and it isn't cold,
Nor is there anything to hold.
We think of things that could be,
Or things that could have been.
Candy canes and sugar plums,
Teddy bears and dolls that weep.
Men who love and women too,
It's all these for me and for you.
Some people come,
And some people go.
But there are those,
Who never know.
And there are those,
Who never leave.
This land they call,
Deminsion Seven.
by Jann Newland
(originally written - 1978)
(copyright - 1999)
