Devon Dyke

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there,
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence…
Building me a home,
Thinking I’d be strong there,
But I was a fool,
Playing by the rules…

The gods may throw a dice,
Their minds as cold as ice,
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear…

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