If

If I Am A Rifle,
Will You Be My Rounds?
To Guide Me When I Stifle,
To Silence The Hungry Hounds.

If I Am An Elm,
Will You Be My Roots?
To Anchor Me During Winter's Helm,
Within The Barren Woods.

If I Am A Bard,
Will You Be My Poem?
To Shed Some Light When Times Are Hard,
And Help Me Stray From Vallium.