Two jackets hung kingly in my dresser
One Ruby red, the other ruby redder
Both bore a blemish yet divine
Still One too precious and tender
Once I wore one to a feast
The feasters thought me an outcast
But truth be told I hoped they would
Hoped they'll see the matching mask
The reddest was of holy elegance
It filled the soulish void I made
It's yoke was easy, it's burden light
Sadly, a burden is a burden, until it's laid.
Today if I have to choose
If impatient destiny no longer cares
I'll pick up the reddest jacket
And wipe my burning tears.
