More Than We See
"There is no such thing as magic."
Or, that's what they told me.
I wouldn't believe it, though -
To stop believing is to die,
To give up, to be nothing
But a speck of dust in the wind,
Screaming to be heard
But having no voice.
That's not who I am -
I have always had a voice,
And I will use it. I will be heard.
This is my magic; to say what I will,
And make it beautiful.
This is the magic of words.
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