My bare skin used to be exposed
To arrows and spears
That pierced me
That wounded me
You give me a shield
That walls me in
Like fire
Like a most vehement flame.
The arrows stop piercing
And my wounds begin to heal
And my heart begins to trust
Cause I know the arrows won't pierce me again.
But here and there
In moments of despair
The arrows pierce
And the pain returns
In waves
It churns
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