It Might Be

Wouldn't it be nice
if the world provided each of her children
the luxuries we find in marble palaces
and on flickering movie screens

Wouldn't it be easier
if everything was handed to you
on a silver platter with a golden spoon
made of God's dreams and man's desires

Wouldn't it be simpler
if we didn't have to sweat and carve the earth
with bare hands sometimes broken and bruised
with dirty bandages holding everything together

It might be
but they say the sweetest fruit is that born
out our labor, love, and grown in a garden
fertilized by hardships, struggles, and defeats