Wishing Well

There's a dream that has no ending

There's a love that cannot be

There's a ghost without the chains of love

Who'll never ever be free

And they gather round the rich man

Their own souls to sell

Down in the darkness of the wishing well

There's a way to find peace

That nobody cares to own

The sacrifice that's needed

May be way too close to home

There's a charter of freedom

Where the last soldier fell

Down in the darkness of the wishing well

There's a whisper of light

Way above their desires

While they sit in the dark

And dream of bright skies

What they're wanting so bad

Don't exist in this place

The idea of changing

Is too hard to face

Down in the darkness of the wishing well

So they sit at the bottom

And they gaze with sad eyes

That grow larger than envy

Till they split at the sides

And they sleep in the mess

Of the last soul that fell

Down in the darkness of the wishing well