13

They call it triskaidekaphobia
The dread of that unlucky score
superstitious tales of terror
of ancient curses at the door
They say the number 13 brings
a dark and dreadful gloom
A shadow cast on Friday nights
that fills the heart with doom

13 stairs leading to execution
buildings made without that floor
13 guests who sat to dine
a black cat sitting at your door

People shiver when the calendar
arrives on that dreaded day
They lay down salt along the doors
to keep dark spirits away

But superstitions lose their scare
as blessings multiply
They chase away the darkened clouds
from out of every sky

Because on a sunny 13th day
My love and I met first
We broke every spell of dread
and shattered every single curse

And on a 13th in the fall
my heart replied, "I do!"
We promised love forevermore
and started something new

When our baby daughter came
A 13 marked her birth
The sweetest and most precious soul
to walk upon this earth

Another 13th, at a clinic
when things were looking gray
My doctor finally cleared my name
my cancer walked away

On the 13th of February
A Friday of this year
I found a hundred dollar bill
I think that makes things pretty clear

Let the fearful shake and dread
I will gladly keep them all
I'll take the 13 every time
Next one is coming here this fall

Luck is not a random draw
or something written down
We make magic with our own hands
and we can turn it all around