Wishes
To count how many stars there are,
the little lights in the sky,
that every night you wish upon,
A wish a night until you die.
The wishes float up into space and land apon Gods hands,
some he anwsers in reply,
and some just float off through the lands.
Some people are conceited, mean or just dont try,
but the others will go to heaven,
Heaven is where they'll lie.
Copyright © Sophie Mccomb | Year Posted 2012
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