You and me grasp it tightly.
We hold on clinging to it like dear life.
Faith and belief this is our weapon.

This is our beautiful armor,
Against everyone's thoughts and logic.
Why can't we just embrace,
Humanity just as one?

We tremble on this battlefield we call life,
Because our only weapon is this.
So are we wrong or right?

You and me grasp it tightly.
Faith and belief becomes our sword.
The most beautiful armor against you,
Is my thoughts and dreams.

Faith is all we have against doubt.
Are we going to take hold of it,
And start to believe?

This is our unsteady sword,
Guard yourself with it...

Peter Vector

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unsteady-sword-and-the-beautiful-armor/