He sees down; The nightmares of a child’s fray. Shall hurt no more! Cast away!
The man crawls back in the darkness And he waits…
Waits…
Waits…
Amidst this dark night. Boundary astray the cursed blight. It screams to like the children’s cry, It shall have none more, Protect the child’s little light!
Waiting…
Waiting…
Till the time is right. You know time is creeping these walls at night. Ticking at time, no hope to point in sight. Grab these fears