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The Last Wish..
In a small little pot, I had all my coins
Early days when I could count till nine
Each coin worth a wish, each wish pure and divine
Hoping for a paradise, wishing the world be mine
Days went by, now I’ve seen it all
The days of glory, the abysmal fall
Each shattered wish has taught me to stand tall
Praying for strength when there was none at all
In the coldest December, or in the hottest May
I lost the child in me somewhere along the way
Looking back in time, when all the options I weigh
My only wish now is to find me that child someday