Make a wish, it might come true
Wrap it up in Grey and blue
Shake it well and add some black
Then you'll want to give it back.
No-one will take it, its left in your hands
I bet that this wasn't part of your plans
And you find out there's nothing you can do
Now its you that is wrapped in Grey, black and blue.
Make a wish, it might come true
What you wish for is up to you
Make sure fiction doesn't merge with fact
And hope you don't want to give it back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem