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.