Amanda's Closet

Tonight I might pray,
For a listening ear,
Behind blanket of coats,
Protection from fear,

And the bottle that breaks,
As it's dropped to the floor,
While mommy falls asleep,
I wait for her snore,

'Cause not just one demon,
Haunts my night time hours,
Murders a young girl's spirit,
As wilting summer flowers,

I believe there are miracles,
At least in my best friend,
But if I tell her my secret,
She'd never understand,

And neither would he,
When I think of my crush,
The time he splashed me,
Did he expect me to blush,

He'd made me muddy before,
But that time I was wearing a dress,
And mommy wouldn't have liked,
To have seen it a mess,

I might be just seven,
Believing the lock's an alarm,
But inside my closet,
There would be no harm,

Tonight I might pray,
For a listening ear,
Behind blanket of coats,
Protection from fear.