Wishes On Stars
The sounds are the birds and the crickets
Calling carefully in the blackness of night
Singing of their love, of their hunger
Growing from harsh cold concrete
Wonderment of a five year blonde in my lap
Whose eyes are set upon the stars
Wishes of monster trucks and new hot wheels
And bringing the dead back to life
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