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Match Maker
written by: Tim Gallagher
04-25-2001
If you could match a tear drop
With every drop of blood spilled
And a grain of sand for each grain of wheat milled
And if each grain of wheat
Was the life of a man killed
Then you know the heartbreak of it all
The halls of heaven filled
If you could take each bullet fired
And match it with a mother's plea
And a drop of sweat for each unspoken prayer
And each sweating brow above a visage tired
With many prayers given, yelped out in haste
Then you'll catch a glimpse
Of the awful youthful waste
If you could match each waiting wife
With every dream that's crushed
And a bullet with each ending life
And if each deadly bullet knew
As it made it's way through the air
Today I separate soul and sinew
Then it might somehow begin to care
If we could take every pound of hate
And match it with a grain of love
Match a tyrant's glare so deadly
With the look of mercy ready
We could rule the world, you and me
We would run it mercifully (maybe)
Until impeached by our hearts of state
When the bullets outrun the pleas
And the gimme's outrun the please
When the wants outrun the needs
When our love of self grows much too fast
When it seems all we have left is cannon blast,
Let's say our prayers to God above
Let providence take over where once was fate
And upon our heart's throne place Godly love
Where once sat the King of Hate
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