God, his plans, and Satan's snares
play our souls like dice
We live for heaven in this hell
with odds that keep changing
Even saints have no answer
as to why one should rise
and another should fall
Look at a mother with child
Her heart a naked burden
Fear of the unknown
keeps her guessing at the darkest hour
One can only ask God for that much
the rest is up to a game with fate
Going from here to the grave
Clocks keep chiming
drawing cracks in weak souls
We dust our acts by the second
breaking our backs for a legacy
hoping our end is not now
because no one knows if
they've earned a good name
in the eyes of God.
