The Dice

The Dice I throw
The numbers show
I touch the wheel
This thing is real
You think you feel
Within your heart
You think there is
a glowing spark
In lines of time
We try to rhyme
But we feel this
living`s like a crime

REFRAIN:

The Dice, the Dice it never tries
The Dice, the Dice it never lies


You cannot touch
You cannot feel
Anything that is not real
You cannot stand
and cannot land
truthfully in something planned ( what is planned )
You cannot steal
You cannot take
You can only be
what you create