I think when you're asleep, you'd look like a child,
you at rest, but in your dreams the mind it's wild.
Who wipes your tears, when in dreams you weep,
when those black thoughts, start on you to creep.
Who caresses your brow, so to whisper them away,
does someone hold you tight, till the break of day.
If I could be that person, I'd lay roses at your feet,
to be your protector, would make my life complete.
