do I remember when there was magic?
how long I looked,
how hard I fought to cling to
that which was all I had
while all around me the lies tore down my walls
made me nothing.

The first time they took away my world
I didn't understand.
I didn't know how they could live in a world
that didn't hold my magic.

So I learned their world
learned to find their magic
what made their lives more than nothing.

And I lived that way for many years
but I disappeared in secret
to call on my own gods
to keep the sparkle alive
with just a drop of water to fill an entire aching desert.

I learned another magic while I wandered
the thing called "home".
how to feel the land
because even they had that magic, they just never noticed.