The dice has been rolled. The coin was tossed. The petals were numbered. The fate has been written the ink is dry.
All you can do now is pray for the odds in misery's shackles. Maybe a saviour is on his way.
Or, you can catch the coin mid air, pick up the flower for her, pen down and let the rebel in you roar, give the penny to the hungry and light up the Christmas tree today, because its how you make others feel that counts , its the bread for the hungry that matters, the thought of her lingering with you that stays.
So decorate the Christmas tree, let the room smell of turkey as you dance to
Perry Como's tunes and be the saviour for today.
All you can do now is pray for the odds in misery's shackles. Maybe a saviour is on his way.
Or, you can catch the coin mid air, pick up the flower for her, pen down and let the rebel in you roar, give the penny to the hungry and light up the Christmas tree today, because its how you make others feel that counts , its the bread for the hungry that matters, the thought of her lingering with you that stays.
So decorate the Christmas tree, let the room smell of turkey as you dance to
Perry Como's tunes and be the saviour for today.
Don't lose the dice though. You'll never know which chord chimes the best until the dice starts rolling.
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