There Is No Armour We Can Wear

There is no armour we can wear,
No wall or fortress we can build,
No force of arms, no shield of fear
To equal what the heart has willed.
Can stop a soul on vengeance bent,
Can equal what the heart has willed,
Death for death and pain for pain,
A purpose pure, of dark intent
To kill for grace and not for gain.
The lust to purge oneself of grief,
That anguish might find some relief.
Must yield in turn an answering lust.
Hate to hate set groove on groove.
To turn away the face we love.
No force of arms, no shield of fear.
There is no armour we can wear.