If I

If I could paint the world with words

If I could reach the sky

If I could taste the moon

If I could never die

If I could heal the hurting

If I could ease the pain

If I could take away all costs

If I could help you gain

If I could feed the hungry

If I could alter time

If I could touch the music

There'd be no purpose to my rhyme

But there's no words for earth's beauty

Or her mass destruction

The height of the sky is too great

As is its corruption

The moon has no cheese

And is harsh on all who go there

Man is always mortal

Which only adds to the despair

I have no white magic

To give the gift of life

There is no possible way

To end all beings' strife

Money keeps us turning

But love it cannot buy

I can't make you win

For this you have to strive

There's little food for the masses

And those who eat are greedy

Time confuses those who understand

Makes their minds small and beady

Song has no image

For its emotion is too complex to hold

And this allows for all my thoughts

And this poem that I've told