My field of dreams is not a place of rainbows
 Nor filled with happy, laughing, noisy throngs
 Their gaiety and laughter so abounding
 It rings within my head for hours long
  
 I don’t want yells and screams of celebration
 There wouldn’t be the pealing of loud bells
 No fairy floss, no ice cream cones or carousels
 Against those things I’d feel my soul rebel
  
 There wouldn’t be dark clouds on the horizon
 No threat, no fear, no sadness to be had
 No cowering, afraid of accusations
 No panic, terrified of being bad
  
 Instead I crave a lonely silvery silence
 Where there is no-one else, but only me
 Standing in the distance, watching waves break
 Upon the sands of life, my mortal sea
  
 No one to love, and thus no hearts to break
 And no one else to love me in return
 For my life has been filled with just such turmoil
 And so I want this peace that I have earned
  
 I’ve lived and loved, I’ve fought, I’ve raised a family
 Done everything expected, and still more
 I’ve given of myself and had it taken
 I simply cannot bear it any more
  
 So please allow me solitude and peace
 The serenity of the mists for which I long
 You’ll never find me there, and I’ll be grateful
 For that’s exactly where I know that I belong.
 Wicked....9.6.2002