Hidden beneath the ground,
Is the spring that feeds the creek,
Invisible as the wind,
That anda feel upon your cheek.
And every breeze that whispers,
Reminds us constantly,
Sometimes what's real,
Is something anda can't see,
Believe in all that can be,
A miracle starts whenever anda dream,
Believe and sing from your heart,
You'll see your song will hold the key.
Waiting behind the clouds,
Is a sky that's always clear
And chasing away the doubts,
You watch the sun appear
It's shining to remind you,
As each new hari begins.
There's always hope if anda just let it in
Believe in all that can be
A miracle starts whenever...
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