Luck doesn't  exist.
Until Faith was a  force that invented luck.

Love never existed
Until one's heart felt for another
And energy unlocked the shackles.

From a prisoner who seemingly felt no emotion.
Such freedom created a newer heart
With the fires of faith now ignited and such was heard cackling

Devotion is never produced without the first
Of these two ingredients.
Brings forth a  spell
Of magic.

Now, a bright light starts shining.
Down on those lost
Rains hit their shoulders as they once stood alone.

Filled with magic, a new faith, love, and bright sunlight

Such acts like a chain.
As we hold hands
Spread the magic and drying the rains of the lonely
Hearts
Pieces glued back as one.
Such united people shall never die in vein.