Tiny Airplanes Zipping through the skies Millions and trillions of you Bearing hopes of earthizens heavenward
I dare say at least one of them is mine For I know I have wished over a dozen wishes Every hour of every day
May you not make it to heaven Well, not all of you Because, on second thoughts Some of mine were crazy
Receiver of wishes, dear angel Intercede on behalf of the others Leave mine be
Because I trust that the one above you Knows what’s best for me What’s meant to be, will be.