Night Light

Who paid my mother
To take the light from my bed
I swear that I love her
But this is troubling my head
Just a little boys fears
Of spiders hitting the ground
Ugly, old men laughing
Under my sheets I’ll be found
My poor old mother
Who holds so much love
I fear that I’ll lose her
And there’ll be no more love
As my eyes grow tired
A scared boy drifts away
Without my little night light
To pave the way
-Just like losing faith in the world
Kind of like losing faith in your god
Maybe it’s like losing your job
But it’s hopeless to think that the problems run out
-When you’re older, and bolder
Without a night light by your bed
Or fairy tale angles protecting your head
From the everyday stress
That’s bringing you down
The commotion, the craziness, spinning around
In your head, day by day
The echoes slowly sound off
The beginning of the end
Without my lovely mother
I’m hopeless to mend

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