to acquiesce in blood

Would you understand if I couldn’t explain
If words were held back, and cradled in pain
Would you loose my bound tongue and listen again,
Or leave me in flames where the sky gives no rain?

If the notes of a song could not, my soul, express
Would you have me lay still under direst duress?
Hold back the flood to which hot tears attest,
And without any note, calmly do what is best?

I will not reign the flood, but I will check its course
And will not fold the hand which upon me is forced
I’ll weave Kings and Queens to the dark looming forest
And remain, Joker – Jack, cast away, up the north.

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