It's the nightmares that keep me awake
Counting wall-flowers.
It's the glassy stares that prevent me
From little-girl fantasies.
It's the wicked creature that whispers in my ear
Things children shouldn't know.
Mom's room is just down the hall.
But it's the scary things I've seen tonight
That keep me from her bed.
Even in my screams
It's Daddy's voice
That tells me no one needs to know about this.
