Sometimes.

Sometimes i wish and pray and hope
for things that i didn't own,
and when i didn't get them, i'd sit and mope
Without realising I didn't really need tham at all!

Did he write it in the stars for me,
Did he whisper in the winds for me?
Did he brush the sadness off my cheeks
With the warmthness of the Sun for me.

When i run, my mind runs through my life with me.
And he sheds thoughts like the lights from the lamps.
On to the streets or the paths he'd meant me to be.
And i begin see where i've fallen, limped and collapsed.