Waiting For Good Luck
In the midst of the summer heat.
I kept waiting for the odds to beat.
A little cool breeze to blow my way.
An empty pocket dream filled with pay.
Lost within the endless reflection
Of all the bad times recollection.
The mirror of lies never cuts a deal.
Believe it, and your fate it will seal.
Looking for hope in an angels face.
A little good luck and a little grace.
And the answers are what you want to hear.
Not, no thank you, I'm sorry dear.
It leaves you wondering what would you do?
If everything was suddenly brand new.
And it all just seemed to go your way.
Would you get down on your knees and pray?
Well waitings all the luck I've known for a while.
I foolishly developed a losing style.
Now hope is my only friend.
I just hope it's still there in the end.
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