Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a perfect world?
If war was just a card game?
If color only had to do with crayons,
And being in debt meant losing Monopoly?
Wouldn’t it be nice if we trusted each other?
If guns were just big muscles,
and knives were only used in kitchens?
Wouldn’t it be nice if we loved each other?
If churches were filled rather than arenas?
If best friends were actually true,
And no one was afraid to be themselves?
Wouldn’t it be nice if we cared?
If smoke came from bonfires rather than cigarettes?
If peace meant more than just quiet,
And everyone had a place to call home?
Wouldn’t it be nice if this was more than a poem,
But our reality?
If it didn’t seem impossible?
If we lived in a perfect world?