And so we roll
Like a snowball down a hill
But what chance have we
Like a snowball in Hell?
Do we melt to a puddle
Of liquid emotion
Or fade away into the atmosphere
To be reborn as a rain
That refreshes a new spring day?
Begin the cycle of life again
Water to relieve the drought
Of good in our parched land.
"Time we made a stand" he said
Called his friends and had a chat
Plotting over a map they sat
Moving their pieces
In a giant war game
Called life.
Roll their dice; we pieces move
And live and die
To its roll.
Fall back to the hills
Regroup among the huddle of trees
And come out fighting stronger than before
Feint to the left
Strike to the right
Return to the balance of before.
Both sides down, but neither out
But still "Victory!" we shout.
Then a kitten cries
A kitten dies
But we don't stop to wonder why
Too much to do.
Help the little one to heaven;
With love;
The snowball grows.
The cycle goes on.
Despite the pain we bear.
We still care.
Our legacy.