If all the love in the world could heal the broken hearts
to once again give new life to what despair had lost
and insults turned to praises, violence turned to compassion
without longer worrying what does it cost

If all the the dreams that didn't come true could at least
serve to inspire us to keep dreaming
and continue to ****** us in this mystical romance

If all the hatred somehow withered into a bad understanding
that with a little effort we could somehow start to mend the damage
and find a way to truly say, it wasn't our intention
we are just learning along the way

Then maybe we could pick up the pieces of what's been shattered
and assemble them into a living art of our own expression
that could actually make someone smile
and be glad they are breathing the breathe of the living
and not the forgotten

Then maybe once again we could learn
that even love has a bad day
but that should never had been a reason
to have thrown it all away.