I had been the kind of individual
Who'd obtain magic on the bottom,
As though The key to genuine joy
was one thing remaining lying all-around.
I’d pull it away from library guides
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
from the air prior to a storm.
Should peace you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I found in library publications
was the odor of moths and mud.
And despite my just about every promise
that each rainbow retains a thing gold.
That no-one born in history
as ever been quiet bold.
Until I instructed them through my smile
that love believing is The real key.
You cannot adjust how the globe appears to be
right until you alter how people today see.