Take the wicket and search the lawn
You've found a place to stick it
Swing that mallet held tight in your arms
That ball is going,
going,
gone.

Find that glass you couldn't face
Then glue back all the pieces
A countenance of broken grace
Reflects
Your faith increases

Roll the dice and move three squares
Or to wherever you have landed
These cheats do play games so unfair
But their gangs have all disbanded

The grass is green
The ball is gone
Your reflection stares back strong
There's no one left to hold you back now
It's time to carry on