If wishes fell like rain, then I am certainly a storm.
Wishing, wanting, braving fears of desire,
Change yourself, and your form,
Make a wish, that flames like fire.
Hoping for this one beloved thing,
Tame the fire that burns inside,
What I want will someday sing,
Chanting lines of triumph pride.
Wishing stubbornly, every day,
Light filled eyes looking to the sky.
Longing for the one hopeful ...