Give me all four, it might even the score. I'll take a royal flush, if it will make the devil hush. Holding the best hand, down goes lifes demand.
Like a game of cards, at time life breaks hearts. My hands have been small, so I have to stand tall, Make up for the deficit, to operate more efficient.
Life goes on regardless, can't let a small hand make me heartless. Small hands slow us down, then next comes the ground. I'm operating on fumes, waiting for a large hand that consumes.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Love Tinka