Within my fingers I hold the Dice
My hand is twisted cold like ice
To roll a six is certain death
A chance to welcome my last breath
To roll a two is nothing new
A number set to see me through
To spin a five whilst I’m alive
Simply means an end to dreams
But to roll a one all said and done
Is a chance to watch the rising Sun
But what about the number four?
For me it breaks all earthly law
The dice it spins and falls on three
That is not the number to set me free
A game of chance before we die?
The Dice must fall where it must lie.