If I could be you, and you could be me
How bright would it be, in this new world you see?
Would you breathe a big sigh of relief?
Because now you would not have to leave?
I’d be a boy, and you’d be a girl
and in this world, you could cry; you could twirl
you could talk to your friends about feelings and curls
you could be held; and your heart could unfurl
I’d live in Alberta, you’d live in BC
You’d spend every day surrounded by trees
The ocean air, you’d meet in every breeze
The beauty of nature would give you such peace
I would be gay, and you would be straight
you could date who you want and never feel hate
acceptance is all that you would ever face
in every country, in any state
I’d have traumatic wounds from childhood
you’d have an upbringing only described as good
a loving family, supporting you like they should
independent by choice, never left in the woods
I would struggle making friends
you’d meet angels who transcend
everything you imagined friendship could be
you’d never feel alone, ‘cause they will never leave
What was the cage, from which you would be free?
What was the answer? Which was the key?
Was it circumstance? Personality?
Was it heartbreak? Or your brain chemistry?
If I could be you, and you could be me
Would you live a life you’d never want to leave?
Would you finally see all the green on your tree?
and I’d be the one with an early eulogy?
How bright would it be?
