Are There Not Twelve Hours of Daylight?

(this was written awhile ago, but still pertains now...)

This armor isn’t shielding
And my white banner isn’t yeilding
The blood from my fists has dried on my demons by now
My lungs – my fuel, they’ve burned in fire
And I’m the fool
I’m the liar

My shield is steady for burning arrows
But why am I charred at the shoulder
My helmet loosens with every dark blank step
Threatened I am now your solider
But kissing mothers and brothers goodbye doesn’t bring daylight
If we would drop our blades and our knees to regain sight

My twelve hours of daylight are never enough
Soon my feet will be blistered bruised so rough
Take back my sword and shield
Face the black night across the field
Joined hands bound so tight
Nothing is stronger than following at daylight
Darkness will not swallow me whole
Your lamp will light my path tonight