~Dealers Choice~

This is real, this is my life 

A broken soul that is searching for life 

Born into a world that was cold and dark in deep of night 

The hand that was dealt was my cards for life 

A loser hand that left me condemned 

A life of turmoil, with no winning hand 

All my blood, pain, and tears 

Wasn't enough the cards read, that my losing hand 

Would also leave me crippled in the end 

Taking what life I had ripping it away 

From my souls core

Leaving me helpless 

Leaving me weak

Leaving me destined to a hand that could not be beat. 

~Broken187Soul~

Copyright 10-04-08