The vision of what can lie ahead,
may only be a thought in your head.

A tiny speck, a wee desire,
it's all you need to start a fire,

that burns within you, and drives you on
and makes your days all built upon,

something you care about, something you need,
something worth holding the purest creed.

And as you lay to sleep each night,
you are closer to your magic flight.

The one where you will have achieved,
what you thought long ago, was make believed.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli