In the quiet hum of twilight’s fall,
A gentle voice begins to call,
It speaks of shields and harbor’s grace,
Guarding hearts in every place.

Through the whirlwind, fierce and wild,
Safety’s hand, so soft and mild,
Steers the ship through stormy seas,
Whispering calm within the breeze.

A lighthouse bright in darkest night,
Its beam a promise, pure and right,
Guiding souls to shores of peace,
Where fears and worries find release.

Embraced by care, we journey on,
With every dawn, a safer song,
For in the heart where safety lies,
We find the strength to heal, to rise.