The game is not lost,
before the last card is drawn.

THE GAME IS NOT LOST

The game is not lost,
before the dices speak against me,
in the early dawn.
The game is not lost,
before the raptor shatters at the real life.
The game is not lost.
The game is not lost.

The game that I've thought to know,
has turned to the unknown now for sure.
The prophecy my head tells me to listen now,
is not the prophecy of yesterday, I know
I know.

Hope
for
the
first
time
left
me
here
a
lone
ly
again.

but

The game is not lost,
before the last card is drawn.
The game is not lost,
before the dices speak against me,
in the early dawn.
The game is not lost,
before the raptor shatters at the real life.
The game is not lost.
The game is not lost.

04-03-98

-Pilgrim

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