I have next to nothing in my pockets

And still even less up my sleeve

Yet, I’m not afraid to talk it

There is time enough to grieve

Better still there is time to believe

And in so doing yet, conceive

There is a kind of magic in the air

It is waiting for us there

What the heart of a man can hold on to

He can somehow find a way to  make true

Because what a man truly most desires

He will risk even the depths of hellfire

Yes, what a man can dream and conceive

He will make his, if  only he dares to believe