A Thing Called Magic

The magic that flows inside us,

that moves through our veins,

it has a special little thing to it,

that makes us change our ways.

It gives our heart its purpose,

fixes what we break.

Makes everything seem all right,

until we make mistakes.

We take for granted the magic,

that mixes with our soul.

That forces us to practice,

until we reach our goal.

It stays with us forever,

until our last word is said.

Then we pass it to our children,

in hope that it may spread.