Christmas Wishes Come True

He sees her every morning, by the coffee shop sign. With a cup

in one hand, and never payin' no mind. He looks just

enough to catch a glimpse of her eyes. But before he

can talk, she moves past like she's blind. She walks past his window

almost every eve. But tonight, it is Christmas, and she wants to believe.

That maybe this night he might just be by the window to see.

And wish on a star that he will meet me. Two

souls passing in crowds. Too shy to speak, two heads to