Si

If I were the friend of the good Lord
If I knew the prayers
If I had blue blood
The gift of erasing and redoing everything
If I were a queen or a magician
Princess, fairy, great captain
Of a noble regiment
If I had the steps of a giant

I would turn the sky into misery
All tears into rivers
And would make flowers bloom in the sands
Where even hope slips away
I would sow utopias
Bending would be forbidden
No more turning away of gazes

If I had riches and talents
The strength or charms
Of masters, of the powerful
If I had the keys to their souls
If I knew how to take up arms
In the fire of an army of titans
I would light flames
In the extinguished dreams of children
I would add colors to sorrows
I would invent Edens
For the lucky ones
For the stars, for the least of these

But I only have a tattered heart
And two hands made of twigs
A voice that the wind chases in the morning
But if our bare hands come together
Our millions of hearts together
If our voices unite
What winters could resist?

A strong world, a soulmate earth
We will build in these ashes
Little by little, crumb by crumb
Drop by drop and heart to heart

Little by little, crumb by crumb
Drop by drop and heart to heart