my protectors my shields my swords

i keep telling myself this nightmare is almost done but the sweaty cold rush bolting me out of the bed hasn't happened yet.
i don't get it, it was just a few days ago that we reclined in our lazy boys as we enjoyed our bohemias and went on with our day. i was a lonely kid with no brothers and so i slowly began to build a vault.

you along a close other few helped fill the void.
you were my protectors
my shields my swords.
this freight train was never in my sight but foolishly i hung by the tracks and even though the rails rattled and the sirens howled my trust remained.

my protectors    my shields    my swords