My Sword

Searching for my sword, search for my savior
Finding not my sword, but finding my dagger
Piercing my heart, wounding me so young
Chosen by many as the toy, it was my time
Wounded, i walked through life, vulnerable
Wound Healed, a shell, hard and rough
Unwilling to expose the soft core, the bleeding heart
Now watching the innocent, in pain, wounded
I find the sword, the one unable to find before
I break from the shell, soft and easily hurt
I fight for the innocent, i fight for their protection
I am again wounded, but this time, i am not in pain
I feel at peace, guiding others, turning the tide
Others, wounded and healed, bring forth the truth
Protecting me, saving me, loving me
My Sword, not for my protection
My Sword, for their protection