The Cold silk whipping calmed to take a sip
Then bloomed the spring, spreading its wings,
Sunflowers and ice creams, the season full of joyful screams,
Spreads a magic dust that whispers the dreams true.

Lonely tears brimming near the lids,
Extends a hand, a friend he bids,
Little smiles then wobbles through,
Oh, it's the magic dust that whispers dreams true.

Earthquakes and floods pouring through seams,
The little flower cracks through the concrete beams,
It's nature's hands letting the evil flee,
And it's the magic dust that whispers dreams true.

Devil brings its claws near the throat,
Angels surrounds becoming a moat,
Relief floods stops painting the wells blue
It's because of magic dust that whispers dreams true.

There is evil sowed by hidden foes,
Angels blows away every single woe,
They sprinkle a heavy mist called hope,
It is the magic dust that whispers dreams which'll come true.