Armor

The Soul does not change
The innocence of Birth remains
Covered in the costumes of years

Dreamer, Artist, Architect
The Soul does not Change
We are as We were as Children
Laughing in Joy and Inspiration

Endless Loves we knew in Younger Days
Connections do not sever
Instead are buried 'neath the coverings of Life
Protections from Misdeeds of Betrayal and Lust

Chisel away the Leaden Armor of Lifetimes
To find our
        True Self