You took those hammers, chained me down, and broke through my armor. And I cried, as those hardened steel plates came ripping off, the stone walls fell as if from dynamite, and I lay there, with only this wooden armor left. You unchained me, knowing you could do no more, and the rest was up to me.
I'm ready now, to pick up that hammer, and cut through those last few planks and free myself completely from these bonds I locked myself in. And as I prepare myself to do this work, I can't help but think of you and all you've done for me.