It's okay, dear,
I know what it's like
To live in fear.
Fear of falling from your bike.
Fear of scraping youthful knees.
I know what it's like, sweetheart,
To be stung by bees
Directly in the heart.

It's okay, child,
To be so frail.
To not know depths of the wild.
To avoid hammers and nails.

Sunshine, just remember I know
What it's like to be scared
And to let fear stop your glow.

Darling, just know, I always cared.