My Brittle Heart Entwined With Hope's Coarse Veins,
My Soul Fighting For My Body's Control,
Is It Really That Wrong To Feel This Plain?
My Glass Is Neither Half Empty Or Full

Is It Wrong To Dream, Or Wish Upon Stars?
There Is No Sunshine When I Dream Or Wish,
Is It Wrong To Search For Something So Far?
Is It Wrong To Walk A Desert As Fish?

Does Hope Grow On Trees, Or Sway In The Wind?
Does Bad Luck Wear Glasses? And Is Luck Blind?
Does Heaven Give Offers Then Rescind?
It Feels Like--You Never Know What You'll Find

Is It Wrong We All Don't Get Time To Heal?
I'm Starting To Wish Good Fortune Was Real