As a trickle of red escapes her knee
The child cries out helplessly
Consumed with grief

Yet after a moment, the child that cried
Sits clinging to her father's side
With warm relief

She comes home from her day at school
And tells of moments sad and cruel
How she is grieved

But to her rescue comes her knight
With weapons gleaming, armor bright
She is relieved

Along life's journey, sometimes grey
How can he help her make her way
Without distress

As she grows strong and picks her course
Can he be calm, content as a source
Of tenderness

He worries as she faces life
Each trial of hers is like a knife
Oh, how he hopes

He prays that she will be all right
And patiently observes each plight
Yet scarcely copes

The band-aids now are put away
He cannot watch her out at play
Her life is free

He sits alone at quiet times
Recalling fondly her favorite rhymes
Upon his knee

Still, now and then she happens by
To sit with him and have a cry
To share her aches

She feels refreshed by his listening ear
Her weight of life and stain of tear
He gladly takes

So he is strong to carry her
When she is fearful or unsure
He gives his heart

But in the darkness, all alone
He bears distress that's never shown
He is no rugged, mighty stone
He falls apart