Here is my shoulder,

on which to cry when days get colder.

I offer my chest,

lay down your weary head and rest.

My arms are open wide,

they will give you somewhere to hide.

With feet on the ground,

I can lead you through the storm safe and sound.

With legs strong and sure,

there is no evil I wont endure.

I offer my self,

and my strength in all it's wealth.

To make use of my life,

I will protect you from strife.