There’s no place to make a sound
If nobody cares about your voice
We all need a way out
But dying is our only choice

So we retreat into death defying acts
It’s all we have as everybody knows
The seeds have no place to go
Because love ends when the rooster crows

The stack of chips follow certain people
But only those who control their fate
Girls look for a skinny circus mirror
And smile at friends they secretly hate

We eat the stale bread of promise
And complain about our lot
Yet the blessings pile up in the corner
Unknown, forsaken and unsought

Hope vanishes in the mist
Its face shrouded in ambivalence
It’s up to you now my God
Will my destiny be your deliverance?