I came upon a wishing well,
Late one summers day.
Walked past it once,
Stopped in my tracks,
and slowly rotated back.
That wishing well,
sat like a toad,
drew me to it ,
that one summer day.
I stopped but for a moment,
stopping to wish a silly wish,
that day.
The little wishing well,
sitting there one summer day,
it saved my life,
that one summer day.
It showed me hope and love,
things I thought long lost.
things I thought never to regain.
It saved my life,
that little wishing well.
I thought it couldn't get worse,
but that little wishing well,
it stopped me in my tracks,
and made me slowly rotate back.
It showed hope and love,
long lost to me.
I was a damaged soul,
yet with a penny,
that one wishing well,
it saved me one summer day.
