I have all this emotion
But I must keep it locked away
She doesn’t want to hear me
Or what I have to say
And so I bottle  it all up
This emotional genie that wants  to awaken from his sleep
Waiting for the cork to open
Allowing it to feel again and gently weep
How many wishes?
Must we make?
How many opportunities?
Will we take?
What will the heart ask for?
If the genie wakes?
What will we succumb to?
When the heart breaks?
The problem with making wishes
We never know what we’re gonna get
Too many variables to predict 
That would make us upset
Despite , our best intentions
We may just get it wrong
If you accept this does not make you weak
Does it then make you strong?
The reason life isn’t so easy
Sometimes cannot be foreseen
What you see is what you get
Doesn’t always mean what it seems
RSP
…
DCG
