` br br br Should I tell you the story br When this night has given way to daylight? br It will but torment the tormented br This story too old to be told. br br I tried to write about it br But it doesn’t need retelling br It demand to be released from within br The core of you, of me, of all the living. br br Should I tell you the story br When the dawn has given way to daylight? br I am not anointed to disclose br This story too old to be told. br br Don’t fret, listen with your heart; br Don’t seek their meaning within or without, br Neither are they to be sought nor found; br You will listen but not understand. br br I can’t tell you that story br For the night gave way to a fateful day; br You will hear and not understand, br That story torments those who know.