If thoughts br were carried on scented winds br And prayers br were caught by candle light, br If love br was found under seaside rocks br And dreams br fell ripe from honey trees, br If faith br was kept afloat, gliding, br in a green canoe, br and fish knew br our given names br and how to let us go, br and if life br was more than a teardrop br clinging, br briefly, br to a smile br and if wars were fought br with lollipops and laughter br and our children br never cried, br would we still need br those 'good books' br and rainbows in the sky?br br Sailing to windwardbr br