We wish we had the courage to meet
Upon a hill one September night.
Wish upon everything we knew
That eventually we could get it all right.
We wish we had the luck of many
That end up completely enthralled.
Wanting more than the escalation
Of something we were never called.
We wish we could blow the candle out
That then lights up the room.
Wishing we had more truths than lies
Swept up by our broom.