WHERE THE MAGIC GROWS
DAVE THE POET

Surrounded by mystery, Where the magic grows
In time and place, All is known
Look around, If you like what you see
Welcome, It’s a fine place to be
Find a home, We are all on the road
A breath shared, Lightens the load
Where do we, Want to be
Trust in your soul, It always wanders free
Sing your song, In your own way
Listen, The world’s your stage
I want to hear, What you have to say
If we dance, The music will play
Young child, Never grow wise
Everything is new, When you open your eyes
I will wonder, ‘Til my dying day
Who answers the questions
Us, Or the Gods, To which we pray