You can shoot an arrow through my throbbing heart

You can watch me bleed into the earth, in the dark

You can fire a bullet into my eye and blind my sight, but never my life

And you can rip the arms off my bod…though then I will laugh at your

Tiresome, hold

But, you will never win

You will never own me

You will NEVER defeat me in the ring

As I yield to only one thing

Tis the voice of sound

The breath of grace carried within my ears I found

That will weaken my legs

Sag my head

Drag life from what is left floundering, around

And there I will perish

But not from hate

From the mastery of music,

Which seals my fate

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