I wish that I could see what has never been seen.
To walk on the ethereal path so ever green.
To know what has never been known,
to see what has never been seen.
To know what has never been known,
the tales that have been long so told,
it seems just like a dream.
It clings me with the firmest hold,
or so it seems,
just like a dream.

I wish that I could fly so high.
and see what may be seen.
The grass that grows,
the life that flows,
the garden during spring time,
so beautiful and sublime.
I wish the end would end it here,
or so I dream.

I wish to freeze the time in time where no one feels,
the agonies of pain,
of guilt, of sin, of no refrain,
from love and kindness,
all the same.

I wish that I could find the path,
to where I want to go.
To love and love and stay with you,
in bliss until my life is through.
To make you glad,
that you I loved and you I had.
To make you glow,
to make you know,
how much I care,
how much I love you so.

I wish that I could make a world,
of love and peace,
where wars would cease,
and souls would sing,
o lord of mine, of everything.
where crime is none,
virtue is done,
and where I can finally rest,
without this never ending test.
Or so it seems,
within my heart,
within my dreams.