Magic

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

You make me believe in magic,
When all belief is in the dust;
When your back is against the wall,
You still find it in your heart to trust.

You tell me with your actions,
That you've been to the door of hell;
Yet, you listen without judging,
As I, my strange, strange stories tell.

You say there's magic everywhere,
Hidden and waiting for one who believes;
You say it lives even in dark times,
Even in one whom life deceives.

But to find it you must have hope;
You must hold on to your dreams.
You have to be willing to take a chance,
And believe in yourself, so it seems.

You have to be willing to let the past go,
And trust that the future is waiting there;
Remember that though it's not often shown,
There are people who really care.

There's but a fine line tween believer and fool,
It's hard to know which you are;
Is what you feel real or illusion,
When your eyes follow that shooting star?

You say I should find my magic,
Let it take me where it will;
You want to watch it light up my eyes,
When from my heart my dreams do spill.

You say life is a game of chance,
That magic can sometimes alter fate;
You urge me to believe in magic again,
Start living my life before it's too late.