Wand
wish i could wave a magic wand that summons from the great beyond those glowing spirits smart and strong whose make-believe from dusk to dawn make you believe that you belong wish i could stir a magic stew with herbs to smell and roots to chew a spread of red on flames of blue and once youd tried a cup or two you'd suddenly feel my love for you no use, you say, to wish away but it's not a choice, baby wish i could find a magic phrase that leaves my lips one of these days and feeds you as it gently plays an endless round of joy and praise that never fails and never fades never ever fades