if Dreams were things that could come true,
i would not ask for a pastel-painted house,
or a child's first cry,
or a heart that begets heart.
if Prayers were things that must be answered,
i would not pray for my weight in gold,
or my mind to go awry,
or my heart to forget.
if Time were a thing that could be turned,
i would not go back to correct my mistakes,
or be joy and merry,
or cement a peaceful death.
if Nothing Is Impossible,
then i'd jump into Freddie's boat and borrow his line,
and i'd dream and pray and turn,
that i had never been born at all.