In beneath the ground, is the spring that feeds the creek. Invisible as the wind, that feel upon your cheek. And everything that whispers, reminds me constantly, sometimes whats real, is something you can't see. Believe in all that can be, a miracle starts when ever you dream. Believe and sing from your heart, you'll see, your song will hold the key.
HI! Ummm this song isn't really dedicated to anyone buy the things you can't see part is dedicated to my friend Miranda. At first I thought she was just stuck up and scared of every man she saw, but I then found out that it was due to her faamily problems.
