What Would This Life Be Like?

What would this life be like? Without a holiday festival, without a party, Without a little bit of faith and healing If we all feared living our lives To share what's in our hearts, Would a plane ever lift off the ground? Would a son of a man ever make us proud? What would this life be like? If all the stars just hid away, And all the colours of a rainbow Done disappeared tomorrow. If all the grandeur turned to grey, Would you be as psychedelic? As bright or as angelic; As they all say, Heaven rocks, Heaven is a Christmas lantern. In Little Italy, Heaven is a collide scope, A Manhattan slide show, A glittering sidewalk, In Bleaker Street, A Greenwich Village, Where all the good Catholics- Pray to meet in Gods Own a sweet district. /////// What-would-this-life-be-like without a holiday festival, without a party, without a little bit of faith and healing if we all feared living our lives full or diluted to share what's in our hearts, would a plane ever liftoff the ground? In the grand scheme of things, would a son of man have ever made us proud? What-would-this-life-be-like if all the stars just never availed themselves hid away, and all the colours of a rainbow just disappeared tomorrow. If all the grandeur turned to grey, could anyone - show as much psychedelic flamboyance as a peacock - a pink flamenco? as bright or as angelic; as all the great and dynamic stars say. Heaven rocks, Heaven is a Christmas-lantern in Little Italy, Heaven is a collide scope, a Manhattan slide show, a glittering sidewalk in Bleaker Street. A Greenwich Village, where all the good Catholics pray to-meet-in Gods own-sweet-district.