One Heart Short

In the glow of the neon light, we dream;

Life as a game, stitched at the seam.

Chasing shadows down the lane,

Every heart’s a secret, masked in pain.

War in our hearts, like a battle cry,

On the edge of glory, we learn to fly.

But the dice keep rolling, the odds are steep,

With every step closer, the stakes we reap.

I'm always one heart short, always one game late,

Yearning for a win, longing for fate.

If I could just break through, let the victory ring,

I’d dance under the stars, oh, what joy it could bring.

The walls are closing in, pressure feels immense,

Every move I make, a desperate defense.

Trying to hold steady, but the ground feels thin,

Searching for the courage to let the light in.

Yet whispers of hope draw me back to the fight,

In a game of chance, I’ll reach for the light.

I'm always one heart short, always one game late,

Yearning for a win, longing for fate.

If I could just break through, let the victory ring,

I’d dance under the stars, oh, what joy it could bring.

So here I stand, at the edge of it all,

With fate in my hands, I will rise or I’ll fall.

I’ll stake my claim, take my final stand,

One more move to make, with hope in my hands.

I'm always one heart short, always one game late,

Yearning for a win, longing for fate.

If I could just break through, let the victory ring,

I’d dance under the stars, oh, what joy it could bring.

The game’s still in play, I won’t let it break,

With each breath I take, it’s the chance I’ll make.

In the heart of the storm, I’ll find my way,

One final move, I’ll win this day.