But I believe

Sometimes something real is something you can't see
And there is no answer for the question how could that be
But I believe there is wind everywhere
And I believe that every heart has something to share
I believe that there are ideas in my mind
And that there is a treasure that nobody can find
I believe that behind the clouds there is a sun
And that the baby will someday run
So you don't have to see all the things
Because they are clear as the bell that rings

poem by Joy Galal
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