If I could write a song to heal the world,

I would begin with quiet ...

not hollow hush, but tender peace,

where wounded spirits find release.

I’d place each word with patient art

and send it softly toward the heart.

So those who carry hidden pain

might find new hope through sorrow’s rain,

and know through all life’s shifting sands ...

that someone, somewhere, understands.

If a song could heal the world,

I’d sing it through the dark,

with quiet for the broken soul

and fire for the hardened heart.

And though I know it’s just a dream,

and I’m nothing but a fool,

I’ll keep on writing songs to heal

a world grown hard and cruel.

If I could write a song to heal the world,

I would give it fire ...

enough to clear the eyes of greed

and make them face the ones in need.

Make it blaze where truth is forced to kneel,

to lay bare what falsehood would conceal.

I’d gather words that do not fade,

to guide the lost through fear and shade,

to summon courage long denied,

and stir the strength that sleeps inside.

I’d make it gentle and make it loud,

to soften stone and shake the proud,

until the masks of pride begin to crack,

and something human echoes back.

If a song could heal the world,

I’d sing it through the dark,

with quiet for the broken soul

and fire for the hardened heart.

And though I know it’s just a dream,

and I’m nothing but a fool,

I’ll keep on writing songs to heal

a world grown hard and cruel.

I know ... a song cannot set all things right;

it’s but a flicker in the longest night.

But maybe it can shift the way we see,

lift the veil to set some buried brightness free.

And every heart once lit within

can spark another soul to sing,

until one voice becomes a choir,

a force for change, a living fire.

I'm aware ...

it’s just a childish dream and I’m nothing but a fool,

but still I write these songs to heal a world so hard and cruel.

If a song could heal the world,

I’d sing it through the dark,

with quiet for the broken soul

and fire for the hardened heart.

And though I know it’s just a dream,

and I’m nothing but a fool,

I’ll keep on writing songs to heal

a world grown hard and cruel.