Armor & Sword by RUSH

The snakes and arrows a child is heir to,
Are enough to leave a thousand cuts
We build our defenses, a refuge of safety
And leave the darker places unexplored!

Sometimes our fortress is too strong
Or our love is too weak
What should have been our armor
Becomes a sharp and angry sword

Our better natures seek elevation
A refuge for the coming night
No one gets to HEAVEN without a fight

Sometimes that spirit is too strong
Or the flesh is too weak
Our needs are Never too great,
If God’s solace we seek!
Our suit of shining armor
Becomes a keen and bloody sword

A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to heaven without a fight

Confused alarms of struggle and flight
Blood is drained of color
By the flashes of artillery light
No one gets to heaven without a fight
The battle flags are flown
At the feet of our God, but
No one gets to heaven without a fight

Sometimes the damage is too great
Or the will is too weak
What should have been our armor
Becomes a sharp and burning sword

Our better natures seek elevation
A refuge for the coming night
No one gets to HEAVEN without a fight!

A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to heaven without a fight!

Armor and Sword
Snakes & Arrows 2008

Neil E Peart, Rush

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