People like to believe wishes are something magic
why though? To escape from something tragic?
Well I do, too.
Making a wish comforts one's secrets
why though? Why are wishes used?
To me, it was something that sorts my past regrets
My wishes now are for you; my one, my muse
Nothing may come of it, but I do it anyway
I wish your hope, your faith; do not decay
Your optimism, your kindness, your vast intelligence;
you use to cure the pain that you sense
And that pain, you see,
it belongs to me
as I watch you writhe in agony
My wishes for you are that you do not hurt
That when you dream of me, you don't dream of dirt
You don't have to miss me because I'm right here
Find the ring you slid on my finger, no fear
There I am; in those things you hold dear
Squeezing it in your palm now, I see tears
I can feel it, your pain so great...
I want so badly to hold you, but there's no passing this gate...
So I have but one request;
Wish like I do, by the candle's dim light
On every star tonight
And while you do, not to cry
As you go on in life, not to forget
It was not your fault that I have died
And to remember, that it's not your time yet
Wish for when you catch the time reading 11:11
That we'll meet each other again in God's Heaven...
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
People like to believe wishes are something magic
why though? To escape from something tragic?
Well I do, too.
Making a wish comforts one's secrets
why though? Why are wishes used?
To me, it was something that sorts my past regrets
My wishes now are for you; my one, my muse
Nothing may come of it, but I do it anyway
I wish your hope, your faith; do not decay
Your optimism, your kindness, your vast intelligence;
you use to cure the pain that you sense
And that pain, you see,
it belongs to me
as I watch you writhe in agony
My wishes for you are that you do not hurt
That when you dream of me, you don't dream of dirt
You don't have to miss me because I'm right here
Find the ring you slid on my finger, no fear
There I am; in those things you hold dear
Squeezing it in your palm now, I see tears
I can feel it, your pain so great...
I want so badly to hold you, but there's no passing this gate...
So I have but one request;
Wish like I do, by the candle's dim light
On every star tonight
And while you do, not to cry
As you go on in life, not to forget
It was not your fault that I have died
And to remember, that it's not your time yet
Wish for when you catch the time reading 11:11
That we'll meet each other again in God's Heaven...
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