Wish

I wish upon a little star
That I could be an eagle,
Or maybe a little seagull.
Free to roam where I will,
Up in the blue sky—until
Life withers and dies,
But unburdened by a world of lies.

I wish upon a little star
That I could be always healthy,
Or maybe quite wealthy.
Never catching SARS,
And travelling in flash cars.
But when I grow old and die,
The world will never stop to cry.

I wish upon a little star
That I could be a tall mountain,
Or maybe a small fountain.
In which people can behold and admire,
As well as inspire.
The world around will eventually fall,
But I will stand just as tall.