Reckoning

Reckoning by Robert Ciccolini

Don't you know that the tide
is much louder now?
And I'm a little bit angry,
all of the cries that were muffled
are sharper here.

Don't you see that your greed
has expired the hopes
of the innocent children,
Can't you see that your paper
ain't worth a damn?

Scratching promises on
the shores of sand,
just a little bit deeper,
still the tide will erase
all your lines and tell.

Mother she is a little bit sick now,
your tearing her skin down,
scratching away at her eyes
has made you blind.

Now as the seas turn black
you wanna deal,
you want an ace on your shoulder.

Didn't you know that the house
wins in the end?