Whenever I choose to seek my soul, my friend I always find.
He does not boast, He does not brag, but says what all is kind.
We try real hard to be sensitive, but the words don't come out right.
We want it always to be good, but then we have to fight.

There's so much in the world my friend, I hope we find our way.
The tools we use are ours alone, for the words we wish to say.
Imagination can be found, under every rock and stone.
We write about our life, and the special times we've known.

Look deep within your heart, the magic you will see.
Take you hands and use them right, for your special ability.
We hope you understand, we hope you'll always try.
If you use your creativity, you can watch the sparrows fly.

They can lock you up inside a box, but still you can be free.
Follow your heart whichever way, as long as you can see.
There's more then one way to fly, there's more then one way to go.
If you use your imagination, the path you will always know.