Let’s recall a fairy tale
About a fairy tale
About a fiery man
Missing pieces of his grammar.

Did he lose the pieces
Accidentally
Or did he scatter his grammar
With deliberation?

If you find a piece
Be sure to keep it hidden
For every little bit
Contains some twisted power.

One piece empties hearts.
One piece turns birds to clouds.
One piece burns dreams alive.
One piece makes nothings cry.

Are we alone without our grammars?
Would we dare to speak and tell?
Who are we without our grammars?
Without these spells, comforting glamours?