Jeremy Leach

Don't roll my dice

Normally I really couldn't care less
If a stranger chose to dice with death
For I know that no one can tell a fool
And I've wasted some years learning that rule


But sadly, now we are in this together
And I'm counting on you and hoping you're clever
Enough to know that your loved ones could die
Even though you - you might breeze on by


Your mum and your dad, your granny and aunt
They might understand even though you can't
They're always there and you've taken them for granted
Don't wait to think when they've departed


On a loud selfish note I'm not ready to go
Because of the idiots I don't even know
My dice is your dice and I've one simple plea :
Don't roll the dice for me


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