If you break my heart and watch me fail

And laugh as I fall beneath your sword

Or steal my freedom and bind my hands

And boast at how you can't be harmed

Or from a distance pitch a word

As harmful as a bitten throat

Or cast a blade upon my back

Not thinking I can feel the blood,

I'll be thankful, o, my thoughtful friend,

I'll be thankful that you left behind

The only weapons that I may need:

A vicious tongue and a vengeful mind.

For with such angst, I shall string my lute,

And with such a vengeance I shall sing my song.