Game of Life

With this army behind me my cards i still fold. I rest hard on their shoulders, it's my pain that they hold. I don't want to be carried let them rest by the sand. My final resignation is their winning hand. Don't place any flowers or cry by my grave. For i do not lie there my soul couldn't be saved. Don't scatter my ashes now i've plucked up the nerve. Your tears and your prayers are more than i deserve. I am gone now because i was slave to the pain Eternally destined to lose in this game.