Imagine the rolling hills in a faraway land
Where the wind blows through your hair
And softly kisses your cheek.
Imagine the sea, and its waves
Crashing against the sandy beach
And the mist that showers you with shivers.
Now imagine the darkest part of the night
Where you can’t even see your hand in your face
And that’s where your fears and pain all collide.
This is all mine - the hills, the sea, the night
It’s my life, my dream, my imagination.
And that’s what makes me flawless.
When things get hard and I want to get away,
I just imagine the soothing song of my sister
And suddenly, I’m okay.
When I’m happy I often start to see
The colors of the wind flowing around me
And my life becomes so much more.
My imagination makes me perfect
With the flutter of my eyes I can fix anything
And who said magic isn’t real?