No one sees the starlight as it shines through our core
No one here’s the whisper of the whistling winter winds
Still the world hasn’t left us; it is here until the end
Oh the magic of a warm touch and the smile in ones eyes
Oh the laughter on the faces of the people who once came by
Oh the tears of lost ambitions of a man left with foolish pride
Oh the world hasn’t left us still the choice is deep denial
The humming of the highway, and the squealing of the trains
Signs and empty promises are what feed us every day
Running right beside us like the shadow that won’t give up
Oh the world hasn’t left us but that still isn’t good enough
(Music)
Now I look back at the good times before you had to leave
Oh the times we had were something but those times seem make believe
Cause the world that we once lived in was like a magic I can’t describe
But as I think about it deeply, it’s the magic that never dies
Oh the magic of a warm touch and the smile in ones eyes
Oh the laughter on the faces of the people who once came by
Oh the tears of lost ambitions of a man left with foolish pride
Oh the world hasn’t left us; still the choice is here tonight
Because magic is simply true love when the heart no longer hides
I say magic is simply growing when the heart opens up to life…
Steve Flemming
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