City of Magic

They called it the city of magic So I came here seeking a miracle The quiet and wet roads I found after a rainy day quite ordinary The mornings and the nights had nothing special about them The monuments and churches were just lifeless buildings The voices I heard in the streets were unfamiliar But the sense of the words felt known and similar I packed my bag with things and materials I'd forever own And started for home With a spirit forlorn Years later I stand here again in this unfamiliar soil I feel the shadow of an old me following my every step naively I look at her and I look at me with shock and sharp roil I see magic in every inch of her And in every inch of me Magic was probably always there But I was lacking the ability to see