I try so hard to understand
Just where I fit into your hand.
Am I the King of your world,
Or the Wild, in your fingers, curled?
Am I the Queen you hold so tight,
Or just the Two you give up without a fight?
I might be the Joker by your side
To make you laugh when you want to cry.
Maybe the Jack, there just in case,
For those times you want a familiar face?
Am I one of the others, Three through Ten,
When you need an extra friend?
Or maybe I’m the Ace, up your sleeve
You only use when there’s a need.
You say I’m the best you’ve got
But only when others are not.