Throwing it all away for a comfort that brings more pain
And we would never grow old or sell our souls for corporate fame
And children would be free from harm and pain
In my world I would save the trees and friends who die of disease
War and famine would not dictate the interest rate in society
The poor would be rich and the rich would be happy
We all would succeed, with love and harmony
living would be a breeze
©2004 c.bergsma
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