Sometimes I wonder
What it would be like
To go back in time
A time before we debated
Do guns or people kill
A time before gasoline
Was worth more than gold SOMETIMES I WONDER
What it would be like
To be a few hours old
And left on a curb
Shielded only by a plastic bag
What would it be like
To give life without a life
What would it be like
To be snuffed out
Without even a name SOMETIMES I WONDER
Why me, in the land of we
Oh my, if I could understand why
The light of the Church
Fell into darkness
What would it be like
To be unemployed by the stroke of a pen
What would I do then
Where is the rhythm and the rhyme
The ebb and flow SOMETIMES I WONDER
