I had been the kind of person
Who'd come across magic on the ground,
As if the secret to actual joy
was one thing left lying all over.
I’d pull it away from library publications
their pages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
from the air prior to a storm.
If kiss you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Again then all I present in library guides
was the scent of moths and dirt.
And Inspite of my each and every guarantee
that every rainbow retains one thing gold.
That nobody born in history
as ever been silent Daring.
Right up until I instructed them via my smile
that believing is the key.
You cannot modify how the earth looks
till you modify how kindness individuals see.