Written In Stone

Playing the games, abstract as they come.

 The game of life, fair to none.

 The pain that led you here.

 The faith that made us follow.

 When we believe in more than none.

 How long to spend on the broken one?

 Let him ride then write the book.

 Feeble eyes, dull ears, hands of smoke.

 But even though the broken link was there and twisted the story.

 To cut the link would have meant no glory.