I had been the type of individual
Who would come across magic on the bottom,
As if The trick to authentic joy
was one thing left lying all over.
I’d pull it from library publications
their internet pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
during the air ahead of a storm.
When you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I kindness present in library books
was the scent of moths and dust.
And despite my just about every assure
that every rainbow holds some thing gold.
That nobody born in background
as at any time been silent bold.
Right up until I explained to them by my love smile
that believing is kindness the key.
You can not alter how the globe appears to be like
right until you modify how people today see.