Find the guard If only she will show her teeth To their growl To their roar To her charge She flies to whats become of me Breathe deep With my bronze chest Through my iron veil I bid no relief Pray you find her wings I am at her feet She is my guard The candle to my cheek She flies to me With her golden locks And a sharpened sword shell never sheathe But we are facedown And we still refuse to show our teeth And she still returns to me Can I bury my blade as deep as she? Dare you not show your teeth? For our arms have turned to wax And they are melting fast, fast Will I stand beside my guard? Oh now I have learned To protect my dear left shoulder From beside my guard I feel so much more I can see the tempters marching And I can hear their roar Oh how meek a sound they make Once we learn to listen With unsewn ears And tangle fears out of the equation Running back from everything Just to warn, their swords are feathers And of their tethered strings
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