When you have your back Against the wall,
After a thoughtless jump,
When you need to cushion the fall;
When you are at your best,
And when you are so low
You know the tears won’t help
And you cannot even explain the sorrow;
When you are neck deep in water
Or are trudging against the tide,
When the winds are not in your favour
And when the sails are not enough wide;
When hopes are meagre
When greed takes over
When conscience loses its hold
When the abyss is deep and cold,
There will not be a silhouette with a beacon to show you home;
There won’t be a shadow from behind the fog to save your soul.
Only You will come to your rescue.
You are your shining armor of silver.
And You are the Knight under it.