The Perfect World

I am gonna write a poem - one that would shock ya Shocked me - made a believer out of me I never did believe in dreams Because I thought God could never make it come true Because what I thought was a perfect world With a perfect make up Where I can effectively change things Ordered them to the ways I want it To make them arrive at its beautiful points And dutifully lined up in their perfect place What I thought was a perfect dream How else would you call it? I am an idealist What I thought for you is more than what you thought for you I want to see you in your whole picture Full of ardor full of strength Want to see you capable Of handling your own material world And your own thought world I want to see you in perfection - another word I thought it will never come true Never will I see ones love each other Never will I be able to control it Where I can cause them to love one another Because I had caused them to believe I thought my ideal was too much for God to handle That He would never fulfill it Because it was too much of a dreamer But God fulfilled it tonight I can make you love someone Can make you dance Can make you sing Can make you start to believe Because I believe God has taken an unbeliever And in one split second grant it What do I do with you? You will see I will make a believer out of you Because I can haha Good luck and good night