When I Can't Do Anything Else

Armor

I've got Acceptance as my armor;
No one will ever harm me,

Understanding as my visor;
And so will my eyes see through the depths,

Passion as the hilt of my sword;
As I hold on to what I'm after,

And Liberty as the edge of my blade;
So justice will cleave the rights and the wrongs,

Other people have their own unique sets of armor,
Some to protect, some to avenge
Some to hold on, and bring back the fallen,
Which is why these affinities gets us attached to each other,

Now, what makes you and your armor?

//k.u.