If I could try again being
without a home and without friends,
to embark on a clearer yearning,
Careering up the greatest heights.
Then descend again and come to view,
all the world with all its glory,
Looking out for the people I once knew,
to tell them about this new story.
If I could try again to rise above
All the hurts and all the pain,
have the chance to live and know to love
with all the experience I have gain.
If time could stay awhile behind the brilliant mind,
for just a moment longer to recline,
and faith takes me to my destiny where I could find
absolution of errors that were mine.
With the will to change the ambiance governing
the disappointment and solemn cries,
coming from hearing the hungry cry of people drying
with prayers flying into the brilliant skies.
If I can be anything by correcting some-things
and see within freedom the courage to win
a cheer flare high in the air spreading its wings
endearing flight far above the enemies aim.
I would gather up all the fragments and wait
For God to hang the pieces soaring on the clouds
near the gates in a world filled with so much hate
seeking to understand mankind and his deeds.