Friday, June 14, 2013

the warrior is a child




Lately, I've been winning battles left and right
but even winners can get wounded in the fight.
People say that I'm amazing,
strong beyond my years,
but they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears.

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down.
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around.
I drop my sword and cry for just a while,
'cause deep inside this armor
the warrior is a child.

Unafraid because His armor is the best,
but even soldiers need a quiet place to rest.
People say that I'm amazing,
never face retreat,
but they don't see the enemies
that lay me at His feet.

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down.
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around.
I drop my sword and look up for a smile,
'cause deep inside this armor
the warrior is a child.

//the warrior is a child by twila paris//



1 comment:

Thank you for stopping by and brightening my day with a little bit of sunshine!