Shape of My Heart

He deals the cards as a meditation. And those he plays never suspect. He doesn't play For the money he wins. He doesn't play for respect. He deals the cards to find the answer. The sacred geometry of chance. The hidden law Of a probable outcome. The numbers lead a dance. I know that the spades are the swords of A soldier. I know that the clubs are weapons of war. I know that diamonds mean money for this art. But that's not the shape of my heart. He may play the jack of diamonds. He may lay the queen of spades. He may conceal a king in his Hand While the memory of her fades. I know that the spades are the swords of A soldier. I know that the clubs are weapons of war. I know that diamonds mean money for this art. But that's not the shape of my heart. And if I told you that I love you, You'd maybe think there's something wrong. I'm not a man Of too many faces. The mask I wear is one. But those who speak know nothing, And find out to their cost. Like those who curse their luck in too many Places, and those who fear are Lost. I know that the spades are the swords of A soldier. I know that the clubs are weapons of war. I know that diamonds mean money for this Art. But that's not the shape of my Heart. Oh. Oh. That's not the shape Of my heart. That's not The shape Of my heart. That's Not the shape, The shape of my heart.