Under, over, and then go all around,
Thunder, cover, keep your feet on the ground.
When magic has been cast, there is nowhere to hide,
The future or the past must the wizard abide.
In fire or in storm is reborn
Alone the one without a home,
Sometimes there is hate and sometimes there is scorn
But in this world there is never monochrome.
Always we are changing our ways,
Always we are moving, always,
Where there once was desert
There is music and glee,
Soon will fade the frown
Where rain pours down,
What I mean to say
Is simply this:
Everything is relative,
All first steps are tentative,
Just be there
And give voice.