Hidden beneath the ground,
Is the spring that feeds the creek,
Invisible as the wind,
That 你 feel upon your cheek.
Dream and believe in your heart,
Think of when 你 would see,
There are things so apart,
That there could be 'we.'
And every breeze that whispers,
Reminds us constantly,
Sometimes what's real,
Is something 你 can't see,
Believe in all that can be,
A miracle starts whenever 你 dream,
Believe and sing from your heart,
You'll see.
Nobody hates you,
And they would believe that real,
But when I get to you,
I will believe that 你 are real, as well.
There's dreams to be found,
Discover...
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