Sometimes in my head
I think how beautiful it would be
To have a world that chose
To live so peacefully
To end all the wars
And dismantle poverty
To disengage slavery
And embrace our own liberties
But I think of the art
That’s come from all the pain
And all of the insight
That we have yet to learn
Sometimes in my head
I think how beautiful it is
To have a world that chose
To be a work in progress instead