If I should stumble
If I should fall
I know one great saint to answer the call
If I should feel anxiety or hate
She can save me and help my fate
If my neurons should misfire or run a stray
She shall pray for me endlessly that way
Like an angle that watches over me at night
Fills my heart with love for what is right
Heals my soul calms the mind
Just knowing she is protecting me all the time

Cares for the weak in a gentle loving way
Knowing that god loves the misunderstood always
With great compassion for the weak
In so many way that I can not begin to speak
Like a beacon of hope for the insane
I am grounded in sanity because of her fame
I think of how I could not read
Her loving intervention is how I can see