Humans play games, G-d plays them too
Humans say names, G-d looks them through
G-d announces before the birth of each man
The woman to complete him, the woman who can.
And then, as if the soul cannot descend complete
G-d shatters the heart, two pieces fall at the feet.
He then sends the parts of the soul to dwell on the land
He sends them apart, some to sea, some to sand.
After that G-d spends His time looking down
Up from above, from his throne, with his crown.
He watches as pieces search without end
To find their lost halves, souls they wish to mend.
Some are more successful than others in the search.
Some meet in Shul, while others at Church.
Some meet on a subway, some go on a date.
Some people love searching, while others just hate.
Then there are the few who never hit home run
They never find their second half, they never feel they won.
And they look up to G-d with tears staining their eyes
And they scream out so loud, piercing the heavens with cries.
G-d, what is this to you, just a joke?
We've been hurt in this process, our hearts are now broke.
We don't want to experience any more shame,
So G-d, please, please, please quit playing this game!
G-d looked down from above, with a smile quite wide
That explained he knows more about a young groom and bride.
To acquire the part of soul that's been missing from you
You must find yourself first, know yourself through and through.
