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I believe when ancient men walked this land
there was magic 
magic as subtle as the brush of a gentle breeze
upon ones cheek
spirits who danced in the shadows of the evening 
in a world between here an there
who would lend a helping hand if one only knew how to ask
back before we filled our minds with self importance 
thinking we were better than the gods
becoming self righteous hypocrites
push a stick into a puddle of water then pull it out 
that's how much of a hole 
we will leave behind

when as a race we are gone

I want to still believe
but it's in vain I know 
but what if .......
in the soft pale moonlit sky.i wished upon a shooting star
if my wish comes true,
I'll be holding her tight.tonight
if I only knew how 
I'd ask the spirits for help
but in reality I know I'm looking at a mirage
for tomorrow will never come