Words from Young Soldier by Petite Celine

Captive, you were captive-
Held back by your mind.
Gentle, oh, how gentle,
The caress of one thousand lies.

And now and then I think of all the times
I pushed myself away from dreaming.
And after all is said and done,
I still wonder what could have been.

So, take this shield,
And take this sword,
And I’ll lie here,
In your field of thorns.
So, trade the master
For the hound,
And don’t you mind,
The empty sounds.

Reckless, oh, how reckless;
I am restless as the dawn.
Worthless, oh, the surface:
The sacrifice, the pawn.

Oh, little firefly lost in the night
Remember you can make your own light!
Sweet pioneer, all things shall be revealed
Just don’t give up the fight.

So, take this shield,
And take this sword,
And I’ll lie here,
In your field of thorns.
So, trade the master
For the hound,
And don’t you mind,
The empty sounds.

But spare this heart,
And take this song,
‘Cause I see it now:
Where I went wrong.
Oh, the things I should have said,
All along.
Like, how much this meant to me,
All along.

Oh, the words, oh the words,
Came out.
Oh, the words, oh the words,
Oh, the sweetest sound.
Oh, the words, oh the words,
Will come around.
And now…

Trade the master
For the hound,
Don’t you mind,
The empty sounds.
Take this shield,
Take this sword,
Oh, I feel your
Field of thorns.

Spare this heart,
And take this song,
Oh, I see
Where I belong.
Take what you will,
I’ve said it all;
These words are for me-
To free this soul.

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