WYRD WISH by Thomas Lipschultz 1/7/98 I look into your pristine eyes And I begin to theorize Of clear and curious crystal skies Observed by us together. I wish against the grip of fate For things to happen not too late That fate and I may be your mate To look up at the weather. But I am one of many here Who thinks of you and holds you dear The hand of fate may guide you near Then whisk you like a feather. You come to me from far away And life just treats you like a stray But you come through it anyway And break from your old tether. And now and then you lack of trust From all the men who thought you dust And used you just to fill their lust With love a thought of nether. But truly love I have for you The things I feel I feel brand new I hope weird fate will guide you true And maybe we'll be together.