I...

I...
I wish
I wish my heart didn’t feel this way
I wish I didn’t want to see the day
I wish

I talk
I talk about how I want to pluck a rose that’s stuck
I talk about how I have no courage nor luck
I talk

I dream
I dream of a whistling wind in which we withstand
I dream of you and I hand in hand
I dream

I love
I love the way your eyes shine
I love how I act like I’m fine
I love

I cry
I cry when the puzzle pieces don't fit
And when things fall apart bit by bit
And all things scream “I’ve been hit!”
And I can’t even stand still or sit
And when my heart gets thrown in some fiery pit
And I’m afraid that this fire will forever remain lit
And because of this
I cry