MY MAGIC WAND
Gold makes sense to them
They sing its praises
On their faces it is boldly engraved
Day and night they pursue
Longing to have it in their hand

But here I am
Missing home
Waiting to see your face
Your name the only word that makes sense to me
And that I always carry in my heart


At times I wonder
Why among this era I dwell
Difference of ideology
Their weakness my strength
What a word

That we alone be far removed I wish
Hand in hand we trot
The lyrics of my song written in your eyes
Your touch the invincible magic
Your smiles the wand
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