Prisoners of Chance

The red river flows

To the sea of lost souls

we stand on the shore

and gather our clothes

Far from the beach

There's a boat out of reach

We can't see the captain

We can't hear him preach

So we dance, we dance, prisoners of chance

The music plays, our lives are made, and we dance

The evening sun falls

The sultry wind stalls

We move to our places

And the viola calls

And the ladies they sway

And begin their ballet

While the gentlemen gather

And make their display 

The first light of dawn

Is the end of our song

Some leave in love

Some leave alone

At the turn of the tide

When the waters subside

There'll be nothing to see

and nothing to hide


Originally written in 2007. Video version recorded in 2020.