There was a wish some time back ,
that life would be perfect ,
with me and my man,
that things were as rosy as i thought ,
as it was just me and my man.

The house was done up in,
fancies of pink and white,
there were flowers every corner ,
and wraps of paper and glitter.

I know it was just the fancy of a girl,
a girl who had no grey hair or no big frowns,
a girl who thought that life was fun,
and looked life by the sunrise.

Like water that flowed by ,
the wishes remained wishes ,
and life went by,
not looking in the eye.