Living Like a Gambling Son

Rolling the dice, chasing the thrill,

Living on the edge, against all will.

A gambler's son, born to play,

In the game of chance, he stakes his way.

From childhood dreams of fortune and fate,

He learned to gamble, it's never too late.

Cards in his hand, heart on his sleeve,

Wagering hopes that he'll believe.

Every spin, every roll,

Part of the soul, out of control.

Luck's a whisper, fate's a game,

Son of the gamble, chasing his name.

Gambling son, chasing the sun,

Living for the thrill, till the morning comes.

High stakes and the danger's fun,

Daring the night, gambling son.

Cracks in the deck, shadows in his mind,

Lost in the gamble, trying to find.

The line between hope and despair,

A gamble's life, none can compare.

With every bet, he rolls the dice,

Son of the game, paying the price.

In the end, it's all or none,

Living like a gambling son.