Orisons of the world

If the world healed by my words alone,

I wouldn't stop writing.

If everyone had a chance to sit on the throne,

would they still be fighting?

If I could make everyone smile,

by showing how beautiful they are.

Make a moment last longer than a while.

Make them believe they come from a star.

I would draw nine billion portraits,

even if it took a lifetime.

I would build everyone a fortress,

to make them feel alright.

If I could open all the frozen hearts,

I would sing till my very last breath.

If I could put together all the broken parts,

I would work myself to death.

If I could move every trapped soul,

I would dance till my legs break.

If I could look through the blackhole,

I would give all it takes.

I know what I can and what I might not be able to do.

I know what I want and that which is untrue.

With each tear,

my love grows.

With every laugh,

I fill my soul.

When I am angry,

I see my fears.

My inner peace has,

grown over many years.

I choose.

I gain, I loose.

Few pray with words,

arms raised to the sky.

Few take action,

others don't even try.

Few believe they can,

most live a lie.

Few walk patinetly, knowing,

one day they will fly.

If my love made the world go round,

it would do so without making a sound.