Here I’ll Stand

They say pick up the pieces of your broken life
Go on, go on
And then I look around me at my broken toys
And find myself remaining like some frightened little boy

Here I'll stand
Believing magic
Waiting for Christmas
Hoping for a miracle
With my fingers crossed in my hand
Here I'll stand
Wishing on wishing wells
Pennies and evening stars
Believing you'll come back
With my castles built in the sand
Here I'll stand

Like a child still standing
Where the balloon popped
Where the airplane crashed
Where the merry-go-round stopped

Here I'll stand
Believing magic
Picking petals from a flower
Though you still love me not
Till you come back and take my hand
Like that little boy
Here I'll stand