In a perfect world

 In a perfect world I would  always be happy,

In a perfect world I would feel free,

In a perfect world I would feel loved,

In a perfect world I could erase the past,

In a perfect world I would heal from my past,

In a perfect world I would finally see eye to eye with my dad. 

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