A card Game with Beelzebub

Live sometimes feels like a game of chance with the devil

Give me a moment just to clear my mind 
Another second lost in time 
A second breath to escape my lips 
As I'm on the edge of this precipice 
Wondering if I should test my faith 

Give me reason why I can't move on 
Is it something perhaps done wrong 
The many missteps that I've made
A wrong hand maybe played 
In a card game with Beelzebub 

Give me a chance to set things right 
Before I'm buried in the sands of time 
As my chances slip further from my grip 
I find no star upon whom to make a wish 
To maybe carry on

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[Rose Whte]

I believe that many of us artist/writers understand the concept of feeling buried in the silence of our world. I also believe that we all worry about our life path and if we are on the right path, do we have time to fix our mistakes. It is never to late until you breath your last.