J.R.V.A.

A beacon shines throughout the night,
to far away to see
The cloak of grey within you lays,
as dark as light can be
Revealing what is right or wrong,
is that which we will choose
The color of the web we weave,
tells if we win or lose
We roll the dice and as they fall,
does it mean the end?
Or shall we tip them were we like,
they are our rules to bend
We travel down the road a ways,
sometime's we pick the path,
but is it from our choice or chance,
when we suffer the wrath

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart