The Cards

The cards lay before you,
The game is about to begin,
There is a fight to attend to,
You have to stand before you can win.

Sharpen up your teeth,
And bite the hand that feeds,
Push the enemy down beneath,
For the future sow seeds.

Because you are your own judge,
The jury of your past defeats,
To clear your name of its smudge,
You must overcome that past repeats.

Bury the skeletons locked away,
And face the ghosts that haunt you,
Evolve to predator from being prey,
Your reign is overdue.

To own your own life,
You must load your gun and fight,
To battle through misery and strife,
All to protect what you feel is right.

Because there is no one to defend your dreams,
So you must take yourself by the hand from the start,
Nothing really matters it seems,
If you can't uphold your heart.