Should the smoke begin to wind me
And the flames begin to choke me,

Should the slightest breeze
loosen hundreds of baby petals,
hissing by to scorch my skin,

Should the sunlight pass me by
In favor of a finer bloom,

Should tears spring from my pores
Just because my heart is full,

Should you wonder why I resist
The noose you tied around my neck,

Should you wonder why I toss
In sleep too wrong to regret,

Should my feet die dancing faintly
On dandelion frills,

Should you blindly lead me there
Through your lovely faith that kills,

Should you no longer understand…

Then crack my skull, crack the skies, let it rain.