I Still Believe

Winter's coming home late night
You were eight years old, running through fields of gold
Sleep tight, sweetie
You'll be fine

Kid, you've been gifted
Let the magic spread
Over your heads, into their beds
I still believe

And I don't know why
You told me to leave you alone
I don't know why,
You told me so

Winter's coming home late night
You were born with wings,
But still trying to learn how to fly
Sleep tight, sweetie
You'll be fine

Kid, you've been gifted
Let the magic spread
Over your heads, into their beds
I still believe
Kid, you've been gifted
Let the magic spread
Over your heads, into their beds
I still believe



Credits
Writer(s): Axl J Martin
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