My Very Own Wonderland

To have lost the most precious thing,
But to have found another
Was the trade of worth this inkling
That maybe through loss we find solace
From the depths of the now broken curse

So it seems to me the journey is new
Many trod down, but to survive, a few
And I look around at all the carcasses
This fate, some have had it worst
But was it really worth the heartache

Maybe the most precious thing has been lost
And I have to fool myself of a noble cause
To continue to walk down this road
And the tales of life slowly unfold
To eyes that have not seen the glitteratti

And I look at you and wonder if one day
Maybe I'll look back from the podium below
And point like the others, and reminisce
The story that had long gone cold
And lost to another polished diamond

Then I look down and tell myself
It was all worth it if for that moment
I experienced my very own fairytale
In my very own wonderland
Where Alice never sheds a tear...