Yes, this is my broken shield

Dusty soiled ground. No Salvation found.
Never the less a doubtful right is always wrong.

Tired hollow sounds. From this worn out crown.
will never leave marks not even scars on their souls.

Cracks may never be sealed again.
Wounds may never heal again.

In fields of shadows you're the flickering light
That keeps me walking towards what's right.
And like the astronaut scared to fly
I sometimes wonder... is it all a lie?

Cracks may never be sealed again.
Wounds may never heal again.
Never be the same again.