To expect life, it would be like this,
It would be flowers, butterflies and happiness.
No anger, no angst,only those who would love,
love one another and fly like a dove.
Soar through the sky, so free and high,
without any worries of when you will die.
No locks on our houses, windows open galore,
to be able to leave and not lock the door.
No worry of thieves stealing what you've earned,
for stealings not good, now they've all learned.
Where the sky is so blue, grass as green as can be,
A place to surrender, for just you and me