Ivory heart

I will build the shell of ivory to my heart. 
It is a protection against the storms of life. 
It's a feeling inadequate about how the mother 
evils of the world can not protect the child. 
Pine seeds were planted in the ground sometimes, 
tenderly nurtured, and weed 
got to sneak into the root of it. 
Destroyed the trout innocent, deprived it of 
self-respect. 

Be the seedling wounded, of which grow into an adult, 
it is the road too slippery, dangerous, and rocky. 
Grow up, at the same time 
wounds improved. How to fix 
the wounded heart that ivory shell 
protects the evils of the world only?