When i was younger , i believed in magic.

I believed that teacups could talk , a fairy would save me and i would be one myself , to survive in the big , bad world.

But when the leaves started to fall from the trees ,
the sun would make place for the moon and i grew up

I saw that there where no talking teacups or fairy godmothers.

I saw greed , unkindness and evil.

I believed that there was no magic to save us.

Time passed en i grew up more
I noticed small , good things in people.

The sweet smile from a stranger ,
A loving hug from my mom
Happy people.

I believed in good again and my hope grew back.

Maybe , Maybe everything wasn't so bad at all.

Maybe there as a spark of magic to save us all.