The cold metal on your chest
Will hold you heart safe.
Love is like an arrow,
You have no time for pain.
No emotions must stall you,
You must blaze through this race.
You must fear no loss,
So you can't love again.
When you win and hold your prize,
Standing proud and tall,
A hand may come to rest on your shoulder,
Without making a sound.
That hand will feel cold steel
And you wont feel that touch at all.
A teardrop falling on your armor
Will roll down to the ground.
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