Wishes
WERE your heart a flower
In a desolate wasteland
It would bloom
Beautiful and untamed
To give me joy
And infinite bliss
WERE your spirit a star
Shimmering
In the dark of night
I would make it
My shining bright
Guiding light
When my way was lost
WERE your soul a book
I could tenderly hold and
Carefully read
Your dreams
I would discover
Make them alive
WERE your soul a book
I could lovingly read
Your wishes I would
Learn
To make them true