A wish, here and there,
A dream, impossible to repair,
A hope, strong with doubt,
These dreams are of things no one knows about.
 
People say, you can’t,
You hear it often enough for it to sound like nothing more than a childish rant,
A childhood filled with forlorn,
My heart feels nearly torn.
 
But when I look at how much has come my way,
Only one thing has come to my mind to say,
Thanks for all I have, even though I stumble along my way,
I think love and luck will come my way, again someday.
 

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