Hidden beneath the ground,
Is the spring that feeds the creek,
Invisible as the wind,
That آپ feel upon your cheek.
Dream and believe in your heart,
Think of when آپ 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 آپ can't see,
Believe in all that can be,
A miracle starts whenever آپ 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 آپ are real, as well.
There's dreams to be found,
Discover...
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