• There he sits
    Playing his game
    Trying to forget
    All of his pain

    Poker he plays
    He is doing so well
    His competitors
    Are about to yell

    He takes their money
    With no remorse
    He wins it away
    Fast as a race horse

    Then that card
    Suddenly appears
    They don’t know why
    He burst into tears

    The card is nothing
    But its symbols are all
    They mean so much
    He quickly feels small

    How does this happen
    To go from first to last
    Is it possible for emotion
    To even change that fast

    The symbol he sees
    It's a queen with a heart
    But what could happen
    To make him fall apart

    It brings back his memory
    Of his special little dove
    And how he had lost
    His eternal love

    What does he do
    He loses the plot
    He so very quickly
    Inside began to rot

    He shall live no more
    As his soul dead
    Impossible what
    A card did to his head