If the world gave up...

If the world gave up,
I would still be fighting.
Because I love to love.
Fuck what the world says:
"Love means only some."
"love isn't worth the hate."
I love the silver linings.

If the world gave up,
I would still be standing.
I broke the chains of shame and crying.
Or I am older now, but the world is older.
Though even elders make cracks in the pavements walked by youth.

If the world gave up,
I would be tempted.
Making the most is hard, I know.
But if the world went ghost, I would materialize and dwell along the coast.
And maybe write a note to the leader in charge to fix the host of people who need it close to their hearts.

If the world gave up,
I would preach to a self made choir.
I would sail through the air to claim and acquire a people and name's sake for whom I love and inspire.
I would make a small world of people not petty and celebrate the good, bad and even the ugly.

If the world gave up!
I would let it burn down then help it up and show it the power
Of healing and love, feeling inspired and kneeling to shower
All with every respect, whether earned or desired.

If the world gave up, (and I hope it wont.) I would try and hold it together.
But if it broke down I wouldn't blame myself for it.
Because I did my best and nobody listened to reason but went their way.
If I broke down,
I don't expect help.

If I broke down, I know few will catch me for free.

Am I broken or is the world.
I think its too late.
I tried.