11:11
The clock blinks it's neon letters,
Four ones shining out at us,
Why do we put so much hope,
Into four numbers?
11:11,
The lucky time,
A time for our deepest desires,
To be uttered under our breath.
We shut our eyes,
And whisper out a wish,
Hoping against hope,
That it will come true.
11:11,
Every wish is for you,
For it all to work out,
For all of it not to fall apart.
We wish we may,
We wish we might,
Have the wish,
We wish tonight.
11:11,
A time for wishes,
And secrets,
To be revealed.
