Bulletproof vest

Had a plan
Not a dream
Left the hand
Split the seam

Painted gold
Painted green
Others hold
Others keen

Placed above
No other call
Called to love
Herself to fall

Lift another
Help a brother
All she asks
She wears a mask

Outward armour
Above all
A strong tower
Standing tall

Shoulder lent
Always an ear
Patience spent
Never fear

Under shell
A broken soul
Cannot tell
Or fill the hole

Last in line
Says she's fine
Head held high
Reach the sky

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