By Cathy Lee
The house of cards is falling
The contents are calling
Reaching out to be saved
But they are being left to face alone
The fall down of a home.
Ripping the numbers, all small things and signs within to something meaningless.
What’s the power of red without black to contrast it to?
Nothing but a pack of cards
The house is nothing but a gamble
The hearts and diamonds, all flowing into just red.
Dig me with the spade, I might as well be dead
The weight is too much, to hold.
The diamonds aren’t precious anymore
The hearts are broken
Spades with no purpose and clubs abandoned left to wreck.
So we fold,
The house of cards is falling.