Dandilion
I've seen my share of shooting stars
And wished upon every one
I've thrown a fortune into wishing wells
Let my wish fall to the bottom
I've huffed and puffed a hurricane's worth of air
Blowing the seeds of dandilions
Eighteen years I've spent smothering the
Flame from one hundred and seventy one candles
With a lung full of wishes; every wish the same
Yet it seems
I will wish upon a thousand more shooting stars
Continue to throw a fortune into wishless wells
Let hope roll right off my lips
Onto the seeds of dandilions
Blow the flame from another one hundred and seventy one candles
Until the day comes when
I am wishing upon shooting stars along with him
Throwing hopefilled pennies into the bottom of wishing wells
Picking wild dandilions, watching it carry
His hopes off into the wind
And blowing out a lifetime full of flames from candles