If a clock could run backwards

if a gun could be used to heal,
and knives only to cut bread,
the world be a safer place.
if poison were only a word,
and words were only nice,
the world would be a nicer place.
if history stayed where it was,
and never repeated itself,
the world would have a bright future.
if a clock could run backwards,
stop time, and rewind,
then all those second thoughts
of better judgement
would come to light.
there'd be no 'what if's,
and no 'i should have's.
only 'im glad i did's,
and 'i've done what i can's.
if a clock could run backwards,
and bring all the soldiers home,
home to grow old,
home to find love,
home to live.
if a clock could run backwards,
we'd have time to say goodbyes,
time to say hellos,
to meet new people,
and say farwell to the ones we've met before.
if a clock could run backwards,
tears would fall upwards,
and hearts would unbreak.
if a clock could run backwards...
i'd have known what to say,
i'd have tried to be me,
i'd have known who you want you wanted me to be...