I had been the kind of human being
Who'd discover magic on the ground,
As though The key to serious Pleasure
was a thing left lying all around.
I’d pull it from library publications
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
during the air prior to a storm.
In case you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back again then all I located in library publications
was the smell of moths and dirt.
And Irrespective of my every single promise
that every rainbow retains a thing gold.
That nobody born in history
as kiss ever been silent bold.
Until eventually I instructed them kindness through my love smile
that believing is the key.
You can't adjust how the globe looks
until eventually you change how people see.