IF WISHES WERE HORSES
by Ellen Gennaro
I clear my desk of clutter, there’s a book I want to write
Sands pass through the hourglass
Without a word in sight
It always seems to happen when desire lights the flame
I watch my candle flicker as it blows out once again
When faced with frustration my Father replied
Faith moves me forward when troubles arise
Work hard keep on going your eye on the prize
Cause if wishes were horses beggars would ride
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
The Dreamer stirs inside me always looking to create
Blending into shadows, the Critic lies in wait
The canvas primed is ready to become a work of art
If only I could lift my brush and find a place to start
When faced with frustration my Father replied
Faith moves me forward when troubles arise
Work hard keep on going your eye on the prize
Cause if wishes were horses beggars would ride
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
They would ride They would ride