If I were the good Lord's friend
If I knew the prayers
The gift to wipe it clean and do it all over
If I were a queen or a magician
Princess, fairy, mighty captain
If I had a giant's stride
I'd pour some sky into misery
All tears into a river
And I'd make the sands bloom
Where even hope slips away
Nobody would look away anymore
If I had thousands and thousands
The talent, the strength, or the charms
Of the masters, of the mighty
If I had the keys to their souls
If I knew how to take up arms
In the fire of a titan army
In the faded dreams of children
I'd color every sorrow
For the luckless, the starless, the nobodies
But I've only a heart in rags
And two twig-thin outstretched hands
A voice the wind sweeps off at dawn
But if our bare hands join
Our millions of hearts together
What winters could resist?
A strong world, a soulmate earth
We'll build within these ashes