The Guard

The Guard - The Subtle Way

Find the guard

If only she will show her teeth

To their growl

To their roar

To her charge

She flies to what's 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 she'll never sheathe

But we are face-down

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