Surfing through the clouds,
I feel a sudden mist.
The bag in my hand,
Pulls on my wrist.
I let it go.
It starts to float.
Keep on surfing!
The bag starts to follow.
It tells me there is magic in the air.
Magic in the air.
Not many people discover it.
Magic, I mean.
There is also magic inside of me,
Magic inside of you,
And magic inside of everyone you know.
It makes me free.
No one can change the magic inside of me,
Except me.
I have dreams.
I have dreams,
But who can make them come true?
I can!
With the help of the magic inside me!
