Magic lives all around us,
hiding in a cage.
Waiting to be unleashed,
for those filled with rage.
I may not be a magician,
but I do not have to be.
All I have to do,
is try to be me.

We are all blind,
until we see light.
We must go through the dark,
to collect all our might.
Life could be tragic,
life could be sweet.
But whoever you are,
you truly deserve a treat.

For those living in an abyss,
looking up at the sky.
You will come out,
have hope and try.
You might be pulled up,
you might climb out.
You won’t be like the spider,
who couldn’t climb the spout?

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