When nothing else is seen or learned
than all the wounds, in which I'm concerned

My focus needs to be somewhat changed,
my mind needs some things rearranged.

Oh, teach me, don't leave me like a fatherless child
searching for shelter, reckless and wild.

I'm friends with the healer, my brother He is.
All is mine, and all is His.

Deal with it, your circumstance, don't run.
Your purpose is now, the battle is on.
Though, victory's won.

Despair is not a cloth to wear,
don't drive yourself from rest.
The armour is not meant to tear
It'll keep you safe,outside the nest.