If he could, would he.
With what he knows today.
Could he have made a difference.
Would there be less names, on the wall.
Would they had fallen
That dreadful day in sixty-eight.
Or eight minutes, eight days, eight months later.
Black shiny surface engraved deeply.
Engraved deeply in his mind.
If he could, would he.
What would life be like.
What would the families be like.
Would life had changed so much.
If not so, was it meant to be.
Completely out of his hands.
The hands of time shall tell a tale.
Not all of the tales of the time.
For some shall stay behind.
If he could, would he.
He knows not how to answer thee.