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Wish Again

 

I entered the city life as a very young view

who drew some illusions in smoke

with the hope to break through

the walls and mirrors that I fought in my dream

but could they, could they have been real?

No, that wasn't me

 

I sailed without compass, I lived in a dream

I looked for a back door out of the scheme

out of this movie called life

as directed by some other will

'cause it wasn't mine

 

I knew some strange thinking people

in a cold game

I loved some much to stoned women

in those insane days of my youth

they kept me looking for you

 

Then, as the clouds grew darker

in a frozen rain

I honestly prayed

for a true friend

sharing my hopes

and I kept looking for you

 

A sweat smelling city bus where the faces of clay

surrounded my living prayer this much too hot day

and questions in the eyes of the few

that still could see

revealed to me then:

this was all up to me

 

Looking now I see the dew turning golden

in the morning sun

and dancing in the glitter

in a rainbow shining laughter

I can see her run

for home, through my dream

awaiting my awakening

she melts my time

touches my soul 

 

My Brother, you've entered

my dream come true glade

 

Just tell me your wishes

and they shall come true

come true

come true

 

I wish the stars would fall down

Wish again

I wish them in your hair

to make you fairer than the night

Wish again

I wish the day was younger

Wish again

I wish the morning never grew

much older than this

Wish again

I wish all hopes would come true

Wish again

I wish that all were fair

and tall and golden haired

Wish again

I wish that friends would stay friends

Wish again

I wish the doorway to this glade

will never fade but always stay wide open

wide open

wide open

 

And she laughed at my wishes

but she granted them all

then she gave me a cloud boat

knowing I would not fall

 

It's a sun beam I'm riding

in a star dance with thee

through the night fall we're sailing

on the morning light breeze

 

It's a true dream I'm singing

that could happen to you

it's my life that I'm bringing

I hope that you will come

hope that you will come

hope that you will come too

 

One last line for my lover

and I'll make it come true:

that all will be as fair as you

 

 

July 1973/March 1997

 

Copyright © 2005 by Wolfstuff

 

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