The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
Because God's stopped keeping score !

I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door !

And it's hard to love
when there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time !

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