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