Her pain, her armor
Her shield, her heart
Her love, her lance
Her tears, her war paint
Armor old and tarnished
Her whole life's story written in every seam and crease
Her shield welded stitched and belted
Her lance broken and mended
She takes a blow and her heart's blood flows
She falls only to rise again
Her shield held ready
Her lance leveled
Armor ready to take a new dent
Broken and bruised
Battle weary
Too stubborn to be defeated
When a new battle calls her eyes glow ready to take a hit
No surrender her battle cry
For her armor has not rusted away yet
Her shield has not bled out
Her lance still remains strong
She dons fresh war paint and carries on
For the next encounter might very well be her victory
Her shield, her heart
Her love, her lance
Her tears, her war paint
Armor old and tarnished
Her whole life's story written in every seam and crease
Her shield welded stitched and belted
Her lance broken and mended
She takes a blow and her heart's blood flows
She falls only to rise again
Her shield held ready
Her lance leveled
Armor ready to take a new dent
Broken and bruised
Battle weary
Too stubborn to be defeated
When a new battle calls her eyes glow ready to take a hit
No surrender her battle cry
For her armor has not rusted away yet
Her shield has not bled out
Her lance still remains strong
She dons fresh war paint and carries on
For the next encounter might very well be her victory