When something is precious,
We keep it close.
Protect it, keep it safe from harm.
To do this we must arm ourselves.
My armour are those I hold dear,
The ones I turn to in times of fear.
Those who have seen tears shed and never fled.
And never will.
What can we do when the chosen few are not close-by,
Distance separating our beating hearts
With the worry of the ship falling wrecked.
Know: I keep you, I hold you.
My precious piece of armour.
You’re everything I need,
why my heart beats and bleeds.