Sword and Shield

There's a scar on my wrist that's long since healed

When I was young I tried to die, but life refused to yield

Now I give the earth a kiss, I lie down in the field

Been unclenching my fists, dropped my sword and my shield

Couldn't understand the point, couldn't understand the path

Couldn't roll a decent joint, maybe smoking too much grass

All alone with no one's help in a prison of the past

Hey, it ain't all bad, no, no, no

As a matter of fact, things are looking up

Time to clear the fog and roll into the rush, even if it seems too much

Things are looking up