Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Magic

No one it seems is taking the time for magic anymore

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…


11/09/04
Steve Flemming

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