9:00

I can’t make these wars end, oh but how I would try
I would make the bullets fall like flowers
And old age would be how they’d die

I can’t make wealthy those poor hands
But they would harvest gold
If it only grew in their land

I would lay down the barriers and cross
Bare foot and honest and open and lost
I would gather that child in my arms
Breathe in the pain, Breathe back a life without harm
I am a warrior of one
Amid a world come undone
But I would lay down my small life who those who shone

And I can’t make you love me,
I can’t make you love me, but God, how I would try