There is no magic anymore
No more foot steps at the shore
Life is becoming a chore to explore
But before the sun, there must be downpours
Peace and joy will soon restore
Your dreams will soar
And cease the storm
In at least one form.
To transform it to the steady rhythm of life
Growing and rife
It will be easy,
It will get hard
But you can disregard,
Break down your walls
So you can look to the sky
And fly up high
To clarify reasons why
