I might be called armored but

I've been concurred

My life has become blurred 

I've been discovered and now disfigured

Will I be remembered

None of my kind have recovered 

I'm an endangered frog

And I might never come out of the bog

I'm a mist frog but some call me a fog frog 

One day I'll fade away

Day by day I'll never be the same 

I came but now I'll go

I've been swayed to and fro

I will never forgive 

But I might not even live

If I could relive

I will always give

I will never leave the smog

I hide in the bog 

I'm the armoured tree frog