I stood before them in my cloak of armour
Hoping they couldn't see the dents
From where people had fired shots that hit harder than most

I stood before them in my cloak of armour
Praying the demons away
Wishing they could not see my ghosts enclosing around us

But they noticed and they saw
And they did not point and laugh
Instead they took my armor and they made it anew

They took my worn down armour
And they fixed the dents
And they told my demons to go away

They made me stronger
They made me braver
They made me, me