There is magic in the corners and cracks of my room …
Waiting for the moment to shine in on my life and shed light
I swear there is magic …
Sparkling and shining and new,
I dream of all the wonder this magic could do.
I swear there is magic … swirling in puddles …
Like a fireball waiting to explode,
Burst open like a flower … you know?
Like when winter surrenders and spring unfolds …
A brilliant new story just aching to be told.