You're like the fear of going to sleep
The heart ache of first love
The need to be in a mothers keep
and the certainty that the world is good.
A stubborn belief in fairies and Santa
a faith in a God in the sky
a favourite pet
a cherished toy
the last slice of apple pie.
You're like the monster under the bed
to look I hardly dare
for I fear one day I'll look once more
to find that you're not there