I was the type of man or woman
Who'd locate magic on the ground,
As though the secret to true joy
was one thing left lying all around.
I’d pull it from library textbooks
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
within the air ahead of a storm.
When you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back again then all I located in library books
was kindness the smell of moths and dirt.
And despite my just about every assure
that every rainbow retains a little something gold.
That not one person born in historical past
as ever been quiet Daring.
Right up until I explained to them as a result of my smile
that believing is The real key.
You can't improve how the earth seems
until you modify how people today see.