I wish my work load would lessen
I wish winter would quicken its pace
I wish the stars were brighter
So I could wish myself out of this place
I wish there was an answer
To every question that I had
I wish that I could dream my dreams
And have them come true just like that
I wish I could find myself laughing
Every single day
The tears would finaly dry and completly go away
I wish this wishing would make a difference
But when it comes to real life...
Wishing just won't cut it
It's just not a sharp enough knife!
"To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowerets tend,
But keep the pathway open,
Your home is at the end."
(from: God's Garden)