Luck of the Draw Jokers Wild

If clocks ran backwards and time did chime The hours and the minutes of your life and mine Would tomorrow be written by the poets and the bards And the cruellest of sorrows in the deck of life's cards When salvation is sought at the end of a bottle Should we drive there directly, open road and full throttle How I'd love to bestow all the beauty life holds For each suffering soul, put an end to life's woes A hitchhikers fate may be yours to command Are the cards they've been dealt in the palm of your hand If the tale of each fate's in the past that we've penned Are we destined to travel the wrong road again Should we crawl on our knees, bow down when He calls Should we cower at heel in Elysians Halls Is faith but a chore under tightening reins Is religion the cure or the cause of our pains If peace has a place in rhe hearts of all men Could hatred be quelled at the stroke of a pen Lay claim ro your lives in rhe Game of all thrones Carats cut like a knife the most precious of stones If tomorrow's been written in the annals of time To what lies the purpose of your life or mine Do we stand tall and proud like our fathers before Or sink like a stone to be lost evermore