It is like a battlefield
It is like broken shield
It is like a fish still unreeled
It is like a tomb still sealed

It is the sword we wield
It is the wound to be healed
It is the banana to be peeled
It is the cart to be wheeled

It is the crown to which we kneel
It is the secret to remain concealed
It is the face to be revealed
It is love; It is what we feel