The Wishing Well
I've been venturing back
Venturing close,
So close,
Too close
To the Wishing Well
I was far away and forgetful
They say ignorance
Is the only true bliss
I danced with the grass and
I slept in fields of flowers
My thoughts rarely turned
To the Wishing Well
But the clouds rolled over
And the sun hid away
A breeze chilled my heart
The flowers less vibrant,
The grass less green,
My thoughts had returned
To the Wishing Well
And I run my hand
Over wet jagged rocks
And I sit on the edge
Peering down down down
And I scream down in
To the Wishing Well
These days I can't seem
To stay away
It's calling it's begging
A mysterious beckoning void
So I turn my back on the meadow
And I want to jump back in
To the Wishing Well
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