if you see Rose Dover 
that's her secret name 
she would meet 3 others 
to keep the forest safe 
she says "my reality was soon called 
Make Believe, imagination's funeral 
killed by the teenage me" 
you don't have to throw it away 
throw being a kid away 
just because you're growing up 
faster everyday 
you don't have to throw it all away 
you don't have to throw it all away 
there's a way 
I've been thinking lately it's not 
a permanent situation 
just a phase that she's in 
I've been thinking lately 
I've been thinking lately 
it's not permanent 
a scattering of birds 
above her head 
a scattering of birds 
that whisper to her 
"you don't have to throw it away 
throw being a kid away 
just because you're growing up 
faster everyday 
you don't have to throw it all away 
there's a way" 
happy was Rose Dover 
speaking badger, fawn, rabbit 
(behind the lumberjacks) 
pondering the dilemma 
at the Redwood conference 
she cries, "my reality is now called 
Make Believe, imagination's funeral 
killed by the teenage me" 
you don't have to throw it away 
throw being a kid away 
just because you're growing up 
faster everyday 
you don't have to throw it all away 
you don't have to throw it all away 
and as you rise 
a rose you will forever stay