3 A.M.
Tiny hand across my arm
head cradled to me safe.
I quell your bad dreams,
chase goblins in the night
as if I am God.
Trying to make you see
that same God is
within you, little boy.
head cradled to me safe.
I quell your bad dreams,
chase goblins in the night
as if I am God.
Trying to make you see
that same God is
within you, little boy.
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