The Wishlist

If angel's were real

And wishes could come true,

I would look at a shooting star

And ask for something too.

I would want to not think,

Before I spent every dime.

I would want to not feel guilty,

After I've committed the crime.

If there were wishing wells

And a quarter with me to spare,

I would want to dream for once,

Instead of this nightmare.

I would want a hope,

That its gonna be al-right.

I would be happy to see at the end of this tunnel,

The ghost of a light.

If faeries were real,

And wands could do magic,

I would want a new life,

One a little less tragic.

I would want my dad back,

Into the world of the real.

I would want my family,

To share one happy meal.

If genies could give,

Whatever you may desire,

I would want salvation,

for my heart that's on fire.

I would want my sisters ,

To look up to me.

I would want my parents proud,

And not ashamed when they see.

If clovers brought good-luck,

The ones with an extra leaf.

I would want to put an end,

to my never ending grief.

I wouldn't want to wake-up,

When I sleep at night.

I would want my family,

To quit their fight.

If the devil came for my soul,

And he proposed a deal.

I would want to go numb,

Instead of this pain which I feel.

For once I would want to do,

As my heart may crave,

And not let life or a living,

Or responsibilities make me their slave.

But angels aren't real,

And faeries are a myth.

There are no magic wands,

To do miracles with.

Genies stay in their lamps,

And no grants from a well.

A clover is pretty-much useless,

And the devil, he seems happy in hell.