Child’s game

The game that all people have to play
The kiss of hope every time you roll the dice
Thinking some how you make it out
Every one is dying around you, but with hope you’ll make it
The games they make you play just by being a race
There is no way out, but to die
The blood, tears and stress, you put through for the night
Wishing you can fight this night, but to weak to stand
Wishing they can find another lad rat to pick at
But you are chosen because they hated you
Wanted to see you cry for many nights
But it’s not just you that is burning, you have no control
The dice is cast and it’s your turn to go
And somehow you find your self smiling as your taking in the gas
Knowing the pain is over; the game you’ve played is over