If wishes were rain, then certainly I am the storm

If my thoughts were tame, I’d probably go out more

If hope is a river, mines all dried out

If fears were lakes, mine would flood the city, inside and out

If happiness was a stream, mine would flow very slowly

And if love was a ocean, mine would fill fully

It’s like a wishing well

Filled bottom to top with coins

And even though mine is full

I still have one for you