In a dusty drawer, a cardboard box,
Betwixt a ten and queen,
Sweltering in the still and heat
Lay the Jack of Hearts.
The ten and queen, they watched her close
and thought they knew her well
But no card, near as they were,
knew the Jack of Hearts.
Fifty two the deck was strong,
Closing in around
Tightening their paper grip
Around the Jack of Hearts.
Conform, blend in, sink into the crowd,
Fifty-two voices sang
But though they tried, they could not hold
Back the Jack of Hearts.
The lid flew back and out she sprang,
With a great notorious laugh.
From the dusty drawer her courage had
Freed the Jack of Hearts.
No more confined as one of them
She followed her own design
Though the voices of the cards below
Condemned the Jack of Hearts.
She danced free of her paper frame,
Rising on the wind.
Through the storm, a bright young flame
Danced the Jack of Hearts.
Horizons brought her many worlds,
A taste of each new life.
Experience and hardship both
Grew the Jack of Hearts.
Enfolded in her golden shield,
Impervious to hate,
The spite of others could never reach
The ears of the Jack of Hearts.
The future falls untamed and wild,
But none can blemish me,
For of all the cards there is only one:
Me, the Jack of Hearts.