I wish I was the sun

I wish I was the sun, that I may kiss your face,

Everytime you step out to take life on,

I wish I was the moon, that I may light your way,

Everytime darkness sings it’s melancholy  song,

I wish I was the wind, that I may touch your bruised knuckles,

Every single time I pass you by,

I wish I was earth that I may freely buckle,

Under the strain of your watchful eye,

I wish I was a rock, that I may be unphased,

Every single time you don’t choose me,

I wish I was water, that I may run and chase

Away the pain that haunts me so avidly,

But alas, I am me and I can only wish,

That I were the sun,  leaning in for a kiss.

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