‘You may not believe in magic
But don’t you think it’s strange
The amount of matter in our universe
Has never slightly changed.
That all which makes your body
Was once part of something more
And every breath you ever breathe
Has seen it all before.
There are countless scores of beauty
In all the things that you despise
It could once have been a shooting star
That now makes up your thighs.
And atoms of forgotten life
Who’ve long since ceased to roam
May now have the great honour
To call your crooked smile their home.
You may not believe in magic
But I thought that you should know
The makings of your heart were born
Fourteen billion years ago.
So the next time you feel lonely
When this world makes you feel small
Just remember that it’s part of you
And you’re part of it all.’