In a Perfect World
The sun would not forget to shine
Unless I bid it so
And rain would only fall on days
When I’ve nowhere to go
Each Winter is a long weekend
With Christmas in between
And Spring each Monday comes around
To keep the senses keen
The Summer comes each Friday night
And stays till Sunday tea
And Autumn in it’s glory
Every weekday in between
Disease would be a sentence passed
To enemies of peace
And pain prescribed to those for whom
The warring will not cease
The heart would be worn as a hat
For all around to see
All acts of kindness etched in gold
And shining clearly
The war on want would fade to nought
And need would be no more
The men at arms redundant
As there’s nothing to fight for
And riches are now measured
By the twinkles in your eyes
Full honour paid not to the wealthy
But the worldly wise
There would be no more sense in toil
Nor banks to store your wealth
No medicines or hospitals
We’d all have perfect health
This may not be a perfect world
In any single way
But if we want to make a difference
Love will win the day
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