Knights were brave,
Knights were heroic,
Knights followed shivery,
The code if great men,
You once called a man your night,
And he was more than happy,
To be your knight in shinning armor,
But armor dims over time,
It rusts entrapping the night,
To the point the knight can't move,
Over time the night forgets,
Who he real is inside,
He becomes nothing but rust,
Knights need help too you know,
They won't ask for help from anyone,
They might even lie about needing help,
But he is trapped in a rusting helmet,
He needs someone to oil the joints,
So he can move about freely again,
He needs someone to polish his armor,
This knight might need help,
But underneath his chest plate,
Is the same heart that only pumps for you,
His love never changes, it is always true,
So are you going to turn you back,
On the man that was your knight,
Will you just leave him out in the cold,
Or will you help him in his time of need,
Because that man needs your understanding,
He needs your tight hugs and tender kisses,
But most of all that man needs your love,
Even heroes needs to be saved time to time.
