A Look into the Soul

Wishful Thinking

I wish I could fly, soaring high above the clouds

I wish for rain, to wet my parched throat

I wish it get up on stage, the crowds chanting my name

I wish my mouth would let me speak

I wish for the night to hide my insecurities

I wish on a coin, throwing my dreams into the wind

I wish I was the lamb, and you the lion

I wish they listened

I wish I had a tissue to dry the tears when they fall

I wish tomorrow would come so I can escape today

I wish the world wouldn’t judge me

I wish for a voice that doesn’t lie to me

I wish that arms would hold me when I’m scared

I wish people wouldn’t pass me by

I wish on a star for all the things that can never be

I wish my life would change