Magic in your helping hands

Magic is the happy things in our hearts,
When we shout it, it fades,
When we share it, it blooms,
It hides in your heart and flowers from your hands.

It’s the little wishes you whispered,
Every birthday candle you blew on,
Every shooting star you chanced upon,
And every eyelash you’ve let go.

It’s our happy surprises and our prayers,
Every child’s laughter and smile,
It’s in every help we offer,
And every willing ear we lend.

It’s in our smiles and hugs,
When we comfort and cheer,
When we do our best to help,
And aid those we can reach.

Magic is in our whole being,
When we help and when we are happy,
We keep it in our hearts,
And we let it bloom with our hands.

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I will take care of you

We will be happy and content,
One day someday we’ll find love,
We’ll just try our best right now,
Find what refuge we can get.

I will protect you and love you,
With all my might and strength,
I will give you all that I can,
No matter the consequence I pay.

Because you are my treasure,
I will always be your ally,
I will teach you what I’ve learned,
And I will reach where you can’t.

We will be victorious someday,
Because we did our best right now,
We’ll always face a fresh morning,
Full of hope and dreams.

Your future is yours alone

I will be your pillar of support,
I will never lift my hand against you,
I will always be your ally,
Please confide in me and love me too.

I will give you all that I can,
My wealth, my time and my health,
I will do my best to live,
As long as I can to stay with you.

I will hold your hand when you are unstable,
I will help you up when you fall,
I will keep you warm and happy,
As much as my strength allows.

I will do all this and more,
All I ask is love in return,
I will not ask you to reciprocate,
I just want you to be happy.

Home

That wooden house by the cliff,
Surrounded by green and brightness,
Tall trees and fruit trees,
Just waiting for picking and climbing,

The wooden house with my warm bed,
There will always be food,
There will always be comfort,
You will always be safe.

Our wooden house with big windows,
Our home with the red gate,
With chickens and goats and ducks,
We will always be at peace.

Our wooden home resting atop a cliff,
Where I will always be a child,
My mother and father will guide me.
Here, my heart will always be rooted.