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.
