You are the only wish
that i've ever had
and it won't come true
and it's driving me mad
every shooting star
that ever streaks through the sky
i look up and wish
that once more you'll be mine
every time the clock
turns from eleven-ten
i close my eyes and wish
that i will have you again
and every birthday candle
that goes up in smoke
carries away in smoking hands
my wish, my plead, my hope
you are the only wish
that i've ever had
i give up on "coming true"
and succumb to the mad
