It's time to listen, hear it loud,
and try to read my lips;
the game of life is ending
and it's time to count your chips.

If you can touch your values
and the feel is clamy cold;
It's time to rearrange your thoughts.
and feed your hungry soul.

If all you crave, is me and mine,
your focus all on me;
Please follow for a moments flash
and try your best to see.

The only things of value
that will make your soul complete;
are mixed with love and sharing,
as you sow so shall you reap.

So gather all your loving seeds
and plant them everyday;
the love that feeds your hungry soul,
is love you give away.

While you're gathering up your chips
and counting what you've won;
your precious soul is all that's left,
until the game is done.

So if you want to live again
be careful what you say;
the counting starts the day you die,
and lasts till judgement day.