Lykkehjul

The darkest night of the blackest evening
A man stalks the streets on which he'll sleep
What does he find underneath his feet
A paper labelled thirty-three

Resurrected from cold and stone
Njord's fortunate light has shone
Eyes wide that should be closed
Surpassing patched up clothes

A razor drawn upon his face
Misery and sadness are gone without a trace
A new beginning deserves a new abode
A warm floor greets his frozen toes

New and improved he walks the corridors alone
Could any being live a life on his own
Helps his community, a model citizen
Meets up with people who he can confide in

Day after day he walks about with joy
Carefree like the times he was a boy
Nothing can go wrong
Nothing can go wrong

Upon the bed where his last breath is drawn
He seeks to help past the day he's gone
Such wealth given all to charity
God bless the man who won the lottery



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Doman
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