CHESSBOARD

On the chessboard of life everyone plays,
And this game lasts for all of our days.

We’re like pawns when we’re born, so innocent and shy.
Then for some reason we change… I don’t know why.

Into rooks and bishops and knights as we age,
With each new piece, we turn a new page.

And soon we turn into queens and kings,
Ordering people around and other such things.

We control the load of things on the board.
Except for the other queen and her lord.

They challenge us in ways we would not expect,
And make us offers that we should not accept.

Like here is my bishop for one of your rooks,
And after the trade we discover these two are crooks.

The rook is my heart and all of my feeling......
The bishop your broken spirit which needed some healing......

So you took my heart and drained it of life,
And I got your broken spirit, which seemed to be severed by a knife.

Theirs nothing I can do except for weep,
And you sit on your side of the board, not saying a peep.