As a little girl, I always wished,
I had the ultimate power, to wish at my will.
I grew up to question, everything about,
Hoping it will answer, all my doubts.
It was my wish, to be heard,
Weather oneself, or a herd.
As an adult, I wonder sometimes,
Is there a wishing well, in our minds.
We wish for something, might come true,
Hope more than a desire, that you do.
I hope I desire, I need this for me,
To raise another, wishing well through thee.