Saturday, January 10, 2009

Believe



Hidden beneathe the ground
Is the spring that feeds the creek
Invisible as the wind
That you feel upon your cheek

And every breeze that wispers
Reminds us constantly
Sometimes wahats real
Is something you can't see

Believe in all that can be
A maricle starts when ever you dream
Believe and sing from your heart
You'll see
Your song will hold the key

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