The Wish

If a wish could fly

I'd lift my wings tip to tip

and rush into the sky,

the cool wind a sigh

against parted lips.

If a wish could fly

and the land go by and by

as wings whip

and rush into the sky,

I'd slip among the clouds to spy

a dream of rainbow drips.

If a wish could fly

I'd grab a star by eye,

it's promise in my grip,

and rush into the sky.

No where, no why,

only my heart skips,

'if a wish could fly

and rush into the sky.'