I see magic,
Call me crazy.
It's in the air,
And swirling in the deepest oceans.
Flowing through the ground,
And flickering in the fire.
It's in a laugh,
Blooms in a smile.
In the hearts of children,
And deep in the recesses of man's mind.
Quakes through the land,
With every season.
And I can see it.
Call me crazy,
Maybe so.
But if only you weren't blind
To my kinda crazy,
It's not so crazy after all.
