Pictures from some barbie books

Hidden beneath the ground,
Is the spring that feeds the creek,
Invisible as the wind,
That you feel upon your cheek.

And every breeze that whispers,
Reminds us constantly,
Sometimes what's real,
Is something you can't see,

Believe in all that can be,
A miracle starts whenever you dream,
Believe and sing from your heart,
You'll see your song will hold the key.

Waiting behind the clouds,
Is a sky that's always clear
And chasing away the doubts,
You watch the sun appear

It's shining to remind you,
As each new day begins.
There's always hope if you just let it in
Believe in all that can be
A miracle starts whenever...