Wish, Hope and Pray

I wish I could know the things that I can’t

But even still, I hope there’s a chance

That I might have a reason or sign

A vision, small purpose; some slight peace of mind

 

I wish I could be the things that I can’t

But even still, I pray there’s a chance

That I may see the way that I am

Then try to be all the better I can

 

I wish I could change the things that I can’t

But even still, perhaps there’s a chance

That if I learn from all that I did

There could one day be value in the fact that I lived

 

I wish I had learned the things that I didn’t

But even still, some things that were hidden

Are revealing themselves in ways once forbidden

By circumstance, fate and time

 

I wish I could fathom sometimes what is real

I might somehow be able to steal

A bit of insight into secrets concealed

Beneath the concentric circles of my mind

TC