I wish, I wish I was a fish.

I could be a steak, a shish kabob, the perfect, perfect dish.

There is only one reason I ever so wish to make this wish.

The reason is hope.

There are so many days where I find it hard to cope.

I try not to say things out of anger, for it makes me want to wash my mouth out with soap.

Instead I’ll hold onto hope, which stems from love.

Sometimes I need a sign;  pennies, a hug, a white dove from above.

Anger and frustration won’t help, nor would a push or a shove.

This may sound goofy, but as I stand here tonight I swear.

I make a wish and send it to an angel above, to someone who might care.

I know my wish will come true, because I know you’ll always be there.

So on this very night, I send my wishes to the angels and light beings above.

I’m sure one day I’ll get to see my wish form from the brightest star above.

Thank you.