Dispel

And dreams do come
So often sleep
Into our minds
Our hearts do leap
With up our shields
Polished so bright
We seek defense
From darkest night
Perchance the light
Awaits our eyes
Or wash the tears
And battle cries
Take hand to breast
And lips to wrist
Soft words dispel
Such dismal mist
To arms do fall
And find them warm
Shelter from fear
Or pending storm
On this proud day
Take to your bone
Know it clear
You're not alone

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