I wish I could go back
To sitting in my bunk
Listening to girls talk about
All of life's junk

I wish I could sing
We are Standing on Holy Ground
Just to hear the shuffling
Of shoes all around

I want to look up at night
And not see only clouds
And city lights
But feel only joy and peace; no fright

I want to cry with girls
That I hardly know
And have them say they're there for me
After we all have to go

I wish I could have six days
without my phone
Because even though I'm disconnected
I feel the opposite of alone

I wish I could wake up
Before the crack of dawn
To listen to birds sing
While I hang my towel up and yawn

I want to be there
At eleven a.m.
Singing at the top of my lungs
And praising Him

I want to eat
Mashed potatoes made from a box
And never be able to tell time
For the extreme lack of clocks

I wish I could sleep by the river
And sweat at sports
And walk around at free time
Or go to the basketball courts

But I can't have this anywhere else
Except a little piece of land by the Medina
Where God is love and you oughta been there
A little heaven on earth: Camp Bandina