Well, I suppose I'm risking it.

Sometimes I wish
--or so it seems--
my heart wouldn't long
for what it dreams.

I ask God to take it
I beg him, I cry
but with out avail
it's left here, I sigh.

So what to do now
with it on my heart still
years have passed
just waiting to fill.

but yet there's the issue
the underlying plee
the battle within
I wish would just flee

I dont think it will
it's here for a reason
I wish i didnt yearn
for just this one season.

so God won't you show me
just how to get by
lessen the pull
as I reach toward the sky.