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Who's armour?

Trusted friend
Loyal Son
Protective brother
Maybe someday
Husband to a mother.

All these things am I
Yet no mater how hard I try
I can find my wigs to fly.

Whistles blown
Ladders rased
Over the top!
wounded and dazed

When planing the campaign
We will charge across the once green plain
But then I had to face the pain
No more strolling down a country lain.

Sword of spirit
Shield of faith
Belt of truth
and on my head,
A helm that needs not proof

All my wounds healed
Protected by the shield
Then the flaming arrows fly
Can I stand?
Or will my protection die?

When your shield is not enough
You no longer would act so tough.