Dawning the cynic’s mask
Speaking with a measured tongue
Counting heartbeats until there are none
I don’t believe in ‘meant to be’s’
I don’t believe in fate
We make our story, once the story’s done
If I had armor once, it’s gone to the river
My sword has fallen to my side
And over the far hill, here comes another fight
If I removed the cynic’s mask
And let loose the scream beneath my tongue
Will the stupid hope in my heartbeats be my knight?
With Love,
Natalie