You lock me up for my words,
stitch my mouth closed
and drive the nails of fear
through my heart;
but listen,
the faint beat of a drum
sounds still.
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
You lock me up for my words,
stitch my mouth closed
and drive the nails of fear
through my heart;
but listen,
the faint beat of a drum
sounds still.