A Wish Too Many

We ask for a lot, we do,

Some ask for money, some ask for love,

Some ask for a future bright,

And there are some who don’t,

And the ones who won’t at all,

It’s all about choices we make,

It’s all about the decisions that we take,

There is the right which we always write about,

And the wrong which never is heard in song,

The ballads going unsung and unheard,

The days slipping into the envelope of the night,

Only to rise again as strong as ever,

The poetry of life is printed in the ink of fate,

And having it recited to the world is in our hands,

The path doesn’t matter 'cause there is just one road,

In the end it’s all about having a wish too many.