I am not who I once was,
or who I thought I could be.
I am simply me.
I chased not the stars,
but all the beating hearts—
as they were my stars;
they could be.
In depth, and heartfelt,
I broke beneath the wishing well.
All I had was honesty to sell.
I threw in a penny.
It grew—my wish came true.
We will make it through.
And there will be happiness,
because I am happy.
A happiness that’ll never die,
though will be a test of time.
And we shall survive,
because we are worthy—