If my intuition had wings, Would I proceeds you upon them and
set your strong drink free?
Would I transmission you how to dream, and how to carry through a
dream that seemed infeasible to go after. If my bosom had
wings?
Would I engineer a day that seemed sad and unbearable
to get through with easier and more than affable to frame. If my
heart had wings?
Would I cart a sickened organic structure that hurts insupportably and
make it into a thing that would ne'er get smaller and die.
If my bosom had wings?
Could you believe having long hard drink for the mind
body,and sole?
Could you picture beingness showered beside a life of
dreams that would never shoot too old?
Could you dream of vast life beside your treasured ones
that were ne'er understood for granted?
Could you believe having a heart made of silver that
would never go tainted or hurt?
I would make available to you a reverie that would be remotely fulfilled that would ne'er be a scattered.
I would provide to you a day that would be jam-packed beside nil but cheerfulness that would never
go away.
I would make available to you a lusty organic structure that would save going superior that would ne'er intrusion downbound.
I would grant to you everlasting vital principle for your mind, body, and matchless. It would come with with a fund.
I would offer you a period of of dreams that would never change old. And incessant years beside white-haired ones
that would be loved for a life and not interpreted for given.
And later but not least, a suspicion that would stay put equally and never change state besmirched or injured from all the daggers in beingness.
All of these property I would be sure to endow with to you if my bosom had means.