From stone and metal, I am made
Burned and reshaped, I am ready
Checked for faults and flaws, I am right
Loaded with others in the curve, I will wait
Confined but never solitary, we will wait
Destined to harm and take, I will wait
Waiting in the crate, I rest in
Moist and musty and rattled, I wait in
Rusting and browning and damaging, I live in
Loaded by many young and old, I anticipate
Many comrades have gone flying, I hope
Next in line for my flight, I can’t wait
With base exploding, I shoot out
Young hands ignite me, I fly far
A soul’s life, I fly to take
A wave in crimson sea, I now am