A wizards passion is to write magic
An magic wand flashes
Whatever he imagines
It sparks an attraction
In his heart the passion
Burning inside is happiness
If he can dream it
Then he can see it
All it takes for him to be ingenius
So he thinks like a genius
An believe in
Himself
Even when nobody else
Sees his magic
So behind the curtains he practices
His main attractions
While its wicked magicians casting
Spells on him that's disastrous  
But I'm praying to my Genie to not let em have it
But the difference is i bless them while they cursing
I see the blesses through the curses