Ben Nuttall-Smith's Page

i want to grow up in a world
where little birds nest in the trees,
i want to feel the breeze
and taste the cool clean air
i want to walk down by the river,
see the moon among the ripples,
count the stars and smell wild flowers
and know i'm free.

all my neighbours would be friendly;
they'd be white and brown and black,
and i'd know each name
and show them that i care,
i want my children to be happy
and my children's children too;
i need to know they'll laugh and sing
and cry like me.

in that world we'd fight all wars
around a table in a hall
with wooden soldiers and lead sailors in a line.
and then the losers and the winners
would invite us all to dinners
where we'd cheer the referee,
a child of nine.

what a world this world would be
where i'd need you and you'd need me
and every one we met would smile
and call us "friend",
if we hurry, we'll just make it,
change the world before we break it
call for love and bring the madness to an end.