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.