The snakes and arrows a child is heir to
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Are enough to leave a thousand cuts
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We build our defenses, a place of safety
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And leave the darker places unexplored
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Sometimes the fortress is too strong
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Or the love is too weak
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What should have been our armor
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Becomes a sharp and angry sword
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Our better natures seek elevation
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A refuge for the coming night
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No one gets to their heaven without a fight
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We hold beliefs as a consolation
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A way to take us out of ourselves
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Meditation or medication
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A comfort ,or a promised reward
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Sometimes the spirit is too strong
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Or the flesh is too weak
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Sometimes the need is just too great
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For the solace we seek
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The suit of shining armor
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Becomes a keen and bloody sword
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A refuge for the coming night
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A future of eternal light
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No one gets to their heaven without a fight
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Confused alarms of struggle and flight
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Blood is drained of color
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By the flashes of artillery light
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No one gets to their heaven without a fight
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The battle flags are flown
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At the feet of a god unknown
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No one gets to their heaven without a fight
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Sometimes the damage is too great
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Or the will is too weak
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What should have been our armor
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Becomes a sharp and burning sword
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Armor And Sword
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Rush |