Seven Years Bad Luck
Enter into the room.
Broken shards upon the ground
Reflects my image.
In a thousand pieces, scattered across the floor
Blank is now what was so clear.

Seven years bad luck.
A long way from home in the pouring rain
Move back three and miss one turn
Banished to the shadows
The drum calls my name

The pieces have now been picked up
The seven years have passed
Blurry image has been cleared
Sun shines bright, in blue sky
So I'll continue with my path

© 2006 The Elysium