If Wishes Were Horses

If wishes were horses then beggars would ride
On clouds of white stallions with bright fiery eyes
Chasing stars into corners of yesterday's skies
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride

Ride down through the gone days of play grounds of time
Where life was a game and good fun was the prize
Where love was the buddies that lived down the street
And pain was no root beer or cookies to eat