If I gathered everything,
The guns, the garments, the badges and bombs,
From every war that's ever been waged
Would I be able to sew together, to burn with bronze
Wings for the fallen so that they might
Take flight?
Could I give their beloveds enough fire and powder
To ignite the lives that they too swiftly lost?

If I collected every spec of scorched earth
That remained of once-standing cities
Would it be enough to build something
New?
Could I take the shattered remains of 
Oceanside bluffs and bustling metropoli
And form something that shall stand eternal?

If I counted the years
That every soldier lost during
His life on the battlefield
Could I finally achieve immortality?
Would I be able to stop my hair
From graying? To stop the clock
From ticking? To stop the world
From ending?