Wishful Thinking

Watch the first step
It can be a bit tricky
But don't worry too much
They'll assure you sure footing awaits
I promise boy, there are rocks at the bottom.

Could always be a bit worse
It's only a little cold
Once you adjust
If there's nothing else to do
I promise boy, there are things to throw

I know it looks dark down here
But our eyes were probably closed
When you cast the light down
It may seem a bit forboding
I promise boy, you won't be alone.

Feel free to toss a coin in passing
If it suits your whim
Make sure it's silver
If you wouldn't mind
No promise on wishes granted boy,
but we'll thank you all the same.