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.