From: roei shalev     
 
TEN
 
Round oh round, we stay alive
Crowned by those who can`t survive.
When got a ten I will pick up
A flower of destiny, clouds of no mass.
 
All we`ll feel will be the joy
Of our dreams come true,
And then the number we will call
Will not be TEN but TWO.
 
                   -Roei Shalev-