By: Samuel Prince Moody

What if God never breathe?
Maybe this world will be like a ball for the kids to kick.
What if his words were just wish with no wings?
Our prayers will be for fun just for us,
And our sinful actions won't be called SIN,
Nor history to write with broken lines the stories of this life!

What if this life could never die?
Maybe the voice of death will be silent.
What if our bones lies within our soul?
And no gray hairs to show that we are old?
A perfect life one could live,
With no cracking face of pains,
But tears that will wash off their path for another day!

What if nature couldn't speak and yet seized its breathe?
Maybe this world would've vanished like the dust from the east.
What if the beach and the trees could sing?
And all that we wish could dance with the winds?
Nor the microscope eyes to detect  my future,
But day and night that nature gives!

What if love can only be felt by the touching of the lips?
Maybe the heart will be a safe place not for pains.
What if the mind can store  memories in every heartbeat?
The long walk, priceless gift and sweet words in poetic form,
Won't be seen as  TRUE LOVE but LUST!

What if school was just an ordinary tool?
Maybe failure will be a game for few.
What if our future are the dreams
stored in our mind when we sleep?
Where we control our feelings by waking up,
Not what this world want us to be!

What if the word technology have a different meaning in our dictionaries?
Maybe our ancestors would have been our gods not us.
What if the word science was just an act of cutting down the backs of trees?
Many bones of today's generation will be like rocks,
Not like the suckling teeth of a new born babies!

What if all my ifs are not questions
That my ancestors should respond to?
But my feelings writing in words not songs,
So you could read and think about life in another way,
As we breathe!

The waves of the sea are perfectly made,
Made from love to wash away our pains,
Pains that our lips have fail to tell,
Tell your bad memories to the walls as you sleep.

The waves of the sea can't be broken,
Broken heart can be fixed by a single touch,
Touch and feel the cracks on the face of this dying world,
World that is sick from our actions not our words,
Words that explain life in a poetic form many skip.

The waves of the sea are soft,
Soft like the tears of the skylark birds,
Birds that walk on this earth with no wings,
Wings that will help them to be free as they sing.

The waves of the sea never cease,
Cease all the negative thought and breathe,
Breathe in the air of change and you will see
See that life should be like the waves of the sea.

Written by: Samuel Prince Moody