Three Magic Rocks
I hold three magic rocks in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Each of my rocks is a wish to be told
The first.. not for riches or wealth
But a full golden measure of happy good health
And the first of my rocks has been rolled
With my second rock I would visit my past
Meet up with old friends ,my parents and kin
My rock I would roll and come back again
For I know that the past was not meant to last
Now one rock remains, just one in my hands
So I’m rolling this last as it surely should be
For our precious world, it’s people live free
And peace on this earth throughout all its lands
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