What if the sky was not Blue, but Red,
Would it make things better, would it bring back the dead,
What if the world stayed still, not revolved around,
Would we still be alive, would we make a sound,
What if birds chirped tones that went completely wrong,
Would we still think them beautiful and be inspired for song.
What if we could fly and not walk,
Would we have our heads out of the clouds, or even step up to talk,
What if I was on the other side of the fence,
Would I really have a dollar, Instead of just six cents,
What if each nation, understood and aided the law,
Would we have blood on our hands, or a reason for war.
What if that abandoned child could just live on its own,
Would we have most of those prisoners, dashing pick-axes at stone,
What if all hatred, could be replaced by love,
Would we help each other, and thank the one above,
What if I could be someone else, and not just be me,
Would I really give it all up to another, and let them see what I see,
What If that deaf girl was given a voice as big as a whale,
Would she really use it for good, would she sing like a nightingale,
What if all of this could be thrown away like an old shoe,
But sadly it cant, because in its own special way, all of this is indeed true
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