If I could make a day
in my own image and my way
If I could raise the sun
to shine, bless and bring light
If I could fill a well with water for all
and quench thirst here and there
If I could move the wind to rock a child to sleep
and their dreams manifest in front of them
If I could move the soil to nuture farmers everywhere
with crops of the brightest green
If I could sing a song to kill the lovers cry
and wash the tears down the drain
If I could shepherd a sheep to bring warmth to all
who seek a blanket at night
I would start with…
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