In a Well-Ordered Universe

In a Well-Ordered Universe...

In a well-ordered universe

I wouldn't be myself

I wouldn't be so messed up

wouldn't need mental help

I wouldn't hurt people

or lose the ones I love

I wouldn't hate myself so much

my family would think I'm enough

Suicide would never happen

at funerals we wouldn't cry

no more people killing themselves

not having to wonder why they wanted to die

In a well-ordered universe

no one would be handicapped

there wouldn't be insecurities

the innocent wouldn't be attacked

There would be no rape

no more PTSD

there wouldn't be victims

survivors are all we'd see

There would be no racism

no more discrimination

we wouldn't hear or say racial slurs

only love across all nations

In a well-ordered universe

everyone has hope

there would still be tragic accidents

but everyone could cope

There wouldn't ever be a miscarriage

all parents would stay with and love their children

Mommies or daddies wouldn't just up and leave

no child would look at themself as a sin

Police brutality wouldn't exist

no one would have ever made any drugs

these foreign substances wouldn't enter our bodies

addicts would be addicted to hugs

In a well-ordered universe

I would be myself

everyone would have self-love

and instead of degrading

we'd give each other help