Wishes

There's a parallel
we're running between
A wishing well
we cast our dreams
And into the dark
we let our hearts fall
into eternity
our desires
our all.
An air of love
surrounds each hope cast
And rests in the hand
of the One who directs.
Behind Who guides
behind Who leads
we pour ourselves
and let our souls bleed.
Yet the wishes
are fleeting
Matter, they not
It's not about us
It's about what It wants.
So clutch them
or hold them
or let your dreams fly
they'll land in the abyss
and gleam our Maker's eye.