Like the perpetual motion of the turning wheel
I am protected from you by my shield of steel
The insults you use to make me kneel
Are deflected by my shield of steel
You try to break me with your hardened keel
But can not break thru my shield of steel
The trouble is that I can no longer feel
Because I have to use my shield of steel
I wish I could predict the hand you deal
So I may lower slightly my shield of steel
But until that day comes I will not yield
I will not lower my mighty shield of steel
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