We Make Our Own Magic

The world owes none of us a living
An open heart is better off giving
Pies fly high in troppo filled skies
It's not the right time for rabbit hole deep dives

I don't mind the melancholy in you
I don't mind the clouds blocking the blue
You never flinch when I give an inch
You always smile when I take a mile

Life is a gift, so grab it
Waiting around is tragic
Time isn't long, so latch it
We make our own magic

It's silly to crave a conversation with my younger self
Always on the edge of memory hidden on some high shelf
All of us are protagonists in our own stories
None of us should be bit players in our own glories

Life is a gift, so grab it
Waiting around is tragic
Time isn't long, so latch it
We make our own magic

Life is a gift, so grab it
Waiting around is tragic
Time isn't long, so latch it
We make our own magic

What would you do if you had no fear
You can only say as much as somebody can hear
Are you a first draft at the eleventh hour
Or a fresh gasp of a newborn flower



Credits
Writer(s): Randal Gordon Prater
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