If only...
A child was safe to play,
And the danger stayed away.
If only...
Love never had the pain,
With too many sorrows to explain.
If only...
The soldier could always rely,
On coming home and not to die.
If only...
There really existed a thing called peace,
And all the wars could then cease.
If only...
Everyone could always try to believe,
And no one had to grieve.
If only...
There was no punches or tears,
And no one hid behind their fears.
If only...
Someone listened to these words I say,
And made all the troubled times go away.
If only...
Yes, if only.
A child was safe to play,
And the danger stayed away.
If only...
Love never had the pain,
With too many sorrows to explain.
If only...
The soldier could always rely,
On coming home and not to die.
If only...
There really existed a thing called peace,
And all the wars could then cease.
If only...
Everyone could always try to believe,
And no one had to grieve.
If only...
There was no punches or tears,
And no one hid behind their fears.
If only...
Someone listened to these words I say,
And made all the troubled times go away.
If only...
Yes, if only.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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