if my words could heal the world
the ground would be my canvas
i would pick up me pen without hesitation
let my ink root deep within the soil
and watch it sprout a firm foundation


if my words could heal the world
i'd sprinkle vowels to and fro
and watch as the i's and you's start to grow
id shower them in caring words from above
and nurture them with syllabus of love
id let my verbs teach right from wrong
belt out sentences like a church song


if my words could heal the world
id stitch paragraphs together like band-aids
and watch as hate and ignorance fades
i would bathe you in letter after letter
and smile as this nation started to get better


if my words could heal the world
my wrists would pain
from the constant need to write
and i would speak from my heart
about the truth, revealing light
i would give all the blind souls a new sight
and i would never stop talking
i would never stop writing

i rid
the lack of knowledge
the stupidity
the pain
the anger
the bitterness
the sadness
the chaos
and all the madness

my voice would live
with the constant need to be heard
and i would speak word after word

over
and
over

i would continue to recite
twenty four-seven
morning
noon
and night



hopefully one day my words will heal the world
and I can help lost souls find their way one by one
then sit back and marvel in my masterpiece when im done



i wish :)