Not On This Earth
If you could grant every wish I ever made
And vanquish all that’s turned me afraid,
I could not love you more.
If you could wipe clean my slate of errors
And take from innocents countless terrors,
I could not love you more.
If you could end the savage wages of war
And staunch the flood of blood and gore,
I could not love you more.
If you could reform holders of public trust
And terminate their power and money lust,
I could not love you more.
If you could hold politicians to their claims
And put on display their self-serving games,
I could not love you more.
If you could get Congress to reform taxes
And the very earth should wobble off its axis,
I could not love you more.
My love for you is on free, inviolate ground.
Not of this earth, dear, can its like be found.
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