Boy 6 years old in the seat
Next to mom and dad
He watches that man up on stage
Play his ukulele
Colors adorn the sinking sun
And light is left asunder
As it passes through to falling rain
And waves across the thunder
He's 26, holds her tight
They let go and fall in love
Skin to skin
Time is still
He now believes in
God above
Takes us all but some must go
Without the chance to digest
Who they were and what they had
A fate absorbed by great un-
Rest
A bed of white
A child lies
With his eyes looks to him
Asks if magic exists
With a smile, he replies
Yes, it does
Always has
In the rain and in the sun
In the melodies I hum
In the embrace of the one
In a dancer, in a trance
In an awkward circumstance
Just open up and let it in
Son, let magic begin