327If I were the friend of the good Lord
If I knew the prayers.
If I had blue blood.
The gift of erasing and redoing everything.
If I were a queen or a magician
princess, fairy, great captain,
of a noble regiment.
If I had the steps of a giant.
I would put the sky in misery,
All the tears in the river,
And the sands would bloom
where even hope slips away
I would sow utopias,
bending would be prohibited,
We would no longer look away.
If I had thousands and cents,
Talent, strength or charms,
Masters, powerful ones.
If I had the keys to their soul.
If I knew how to take up arms.
In the fire of an army of titans.
I would light flames,
In the dead dreams of children.
I would put colors on the sentences.
I would invent Edens.
No chances, no stars, less than nothing.
But I only have a heart in rags,
And two hands outstretched with twigs.
A voice that the wind chases away in the morning.
But if our bare hands come together,
Our millions of hearts together.
If our voices united,
What winters would withstand it?
A strong world, a soul mate land,
We will build in these ashes
Little by little, crumb by crumb,
drop by drop and heart to heart
Little by little, crumb by crumb,
drop by drop and heart to heart
