Wish upon a falling star
Or autumn leaves that fall afar,
I can’t but grant thou absolution
Nor pledge thy dreams shall come to fruition.
You weep alone like Margaret grieves
Though like her, not for fallen leaves,
Yet while your tears are for your plight
Despite clipped wings you yearn for flight.
All I can do to share your loss
And help you shed your Albatross.
Is whisper words that set me free
In hours of darkness, “Let it be”.