Wish Upon My Guitar

With a leaky pen in my hand, I scribble lines on torn paper

Slurs of black ink form words under my hand and

A soft melody plays slowly in my mind.

With a strum of my guitar, that melody is reality.

A reality of lyrics that spill from my lips like

A flowing waterfall, and crash on the silver

Strings of an acoustic wonder.

Out the window and down the

Street you walk underneath the stars of tomorrow.

You wish upon the woven diamonds and I wish for you.

A wish that I know one day will maybe come true.

A wish upon my guitar that it will be me and you.