Magic
From those old beloved tales
Come to my hopes, miracles and magic spells
Oh, how I wish that it was true
That magic is real for me and you
To conjure things our of thin air
To make uglies beautiful and fair
To speak that old foreign tongue
Like mystical chants being sagely sung
To hold in my unworthy hands
The hard-sought secrets of all the lands
This and all the fantasies of old
Like a child onto them I dearly hold
My childhood dreams from yesterday
Had never, ever gone astray
Yet, now my heart's aching with pain
As I wave my wand in vain
And had never been able to see
Any magical reality
No fireworks in magical display
Nonsensical jargons are the words I say
No pixie dust to help me fly
It's really hopeless for you and I
All my disappoints only reveal
That magic can never be real
But if I, with all my faith, a believer
I can keep the magic within me forever.