Walking through the fire
holding your hand
afraid of something
but what is it?
I don't have a clue.
It's hiding, creeping about,
like a monster in the closet,
or the boogyman under the bed,
jut there, waiting for me.
I look to you for comfort
to save me from my fears
are you going to be there,
when it comes to get me?
It's looking for something I have
it wants that something so much
waiting, wanting to attack me,
to eat away all my dreams
So where will you be?
Are you going to help me get away?
Away to a place where this monster is no more?
~carebear~
