Magic is the sun that makes
A rainbow out of rain.
And magic keeps the dream alive
To try, and try again.
Magic is the love the stays
When good friends have to leave.
I do believe in magic.
I believe.

Growing up the grown-ups said
One day I’d wake to find,
That magic’s just a childish game
I’d have to leave behind.
But I’ve learned to my surprise
That magic does not fade away
It wears a new disguise:
A laugh, a friend, a smile, a song,
The courage to stand tall.
For loves the greatest magic
Of them all