I want to save the world.
I want to save it from suffering of failed race.
To pull the shrapnel from the solders that turned their backs
The soldiers that yearned to go home.
To reconstruct the faces of those who were to brave to shield the eyes.
Piece by piece removing the torn and mangled shards of hate and
stitching the taters of this world into what it once was.
Pity, even in the search for peace our hands are bloodied.