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