In a perfect world

lives would have been saved.

In a perfect world,

my mind would be clear,

without death engraved.

 Maybe I would be laughing, sprinting,

chasing after the unknown.

But sadly, here I am,

sitting idly forever alone.

 In a perfect world,

blood wouldn't stain our soil.

In a perfect world, maybe I would

have stayed loyal.

 But there is no such thing as a perfect world.

I realize this when reality seeps through.

Everyday, every hour, every minute,

I witness what cruelty others must endure.

 I am simply a fallen angel, or was one before you burned me.

Now I know I'm easily changeable.

 You buried me deep, I was under tight lock and key.

Perhaps in a perfect world, I would have been set free.