If I were the pain
I would not thwart the happiness
from entering everyone’s heart
Let it grow from within
Bringing tears to one’s eyes
Not because of agony but of joy.

If I were the growing cowardice in a soul
I would help the valour out
from the water of fears
Polish up the rust on the long-soaked steel of courage
Furbish it to its original luster
Allow it to shine for every one to see
We are determined to fight.

If I were the despair and forlornness that dwells in a dream
I would take the seed of hope from the soil
dried by difficulties and frustrations
Plant it to the long lost dreams of a being
Water it with courage
Dreams are to be fulfilled when leaves of faith shoot up.

If I were the love
I would go out from the room
too cramped for me to breathe
Jostle through the bumping forces of anger and hatred
Meet the feeble light of peace
Together with Courage we’ll give it protection
from the strong winds of conflict.

I had hoped that the caged truth
would be once again set free
The unseen furor of justice would be audible
in the middle of the jabber of inequity.
I wish hope would let us see
The confluence of two diverse beliefs
into a river endlessly running to the sea of harmony.