Certain

When the boughs have all been broken When those whose names are never spoken Who think they've confined you to their narrative Release hold of the shiv So smilingly twisted in your back And fade into the formless black There's one thing that is certain It's not over When you wake into The darkness of the empty room too Dim to see yourself yo-yo From shame to shadow As you hover in that equipoise A soft and reassuring voice Whispers one thing's certain It's not over When the woods close round and beckon When you bid good day of reckoning When you lay it down to sleep What you fear you'll reap Wholly depends upon whom you've served Regardless of what you've deserved There's one thing that's still certain It's not over