Magic is all around me, In a little touch of light, Or enveloping me, In a full moon on an endless night.

It erupts in busts of laughter, Where sadness thought it could stay. It's the comfort I find within, On a lonely day.

Once surrounded and hopeless, Magic helped me see, Through the looking glass I once wondered, If I can truly be free.

What once was ruin, Has transformed into something I so proudly call my home. It's everything I was told, I could never have on my own.

I stretch these wings, so soft and new, I've worked so hard to earn. Only through surviving hell, Can we begin to learn.

I feel magic all around me, as I crave to experience the world in strife. To touch and be witness of, What I've been caged from all my life.