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From wounds of old I’d rested

When you found me

My armour long layed to rust

And my charger sold for meat



You found me wanting my queen

And turned away from my self

Not worthy to be your knight



Your kiss spun me round

And as your face is framed in my eyes

You’ve given me new direction



The right direction



All my wounds are healed

As if by your touch

And my soul cleansed of all scars

You rescued me my queen



And now as surely as

I clean and oil my armour

And sharpen my wits rapier

I will rescue you