If the bus would take us to our house
We would save money
If we controlled the weather
We would be sweet and honey
If the sky was touchable
We would sleep in cushioney and comfortable
If is the only word that we doubt
The only word we take changes on
The only word that we balance making it work
And
Making the world a better place
Only if that was the truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem