no claim to the name

stuck between cracked heart and broken ribs lies fear

no whisper is let slip without a quiver

a lionheart won’t last without the spear

 

of courage loud as red in hot summer

no heat can stop a soulful shiver

stuck between cracked heart and broken ribs lies fear

 

i cannot turn without feeling lad

en with pity. no hope, no cry. i’m meak--

a lionheart won’t last without the spear

 

of truth jabbed harsh into the greyed

mass which once was called a brain, yet cannot speak,

stuck between cracked heart and broken ribs lies fear

 

i cannot see beyond the valley here.

soft hands, strong heart, yet still i find me weak.

a lionheart won’t last without the spear

 

of cruel words ringing throughout my ears.

roughly yet deeper and deeper i sink.

stuck between cracked heart and broken ribs lies fear

a lionheart won’t last without the spear

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