I wish  I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off.

I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on.

I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on.

The christmas tree, I wish I was a star that went on top,

I wish I was the evidence

I wish I was the grounds for fifty million hands up raised and opened toward the sky.


I wish I was an alien, at home behind the sun

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