This Shield I bear, no man can see;
It shades the eyes of all but me
Blistered hope rings 'round the edges,
This "Shield" is made from glass and wedges
within this Shield stifles my cry,
one for hope that I cannot find.

It eludes everyone except for me.
for I see,
for I see.

The days that grow, and the nights, so cold
I find myself utterly alone.
wind breaks my back, sun beats my chest,
and frosty becomes my breath.

The world tears shreds from me.
worse, It does so with glee.

The shield he sits and cries,
awaits someone with mother eyes.

all are deaf, but my shield and I.
All are deaf, yet I don't know why.