Monsters in the dark try to creep while he's trying to sleep like little bo peep counting her sheep whilst trying not to weep in her field!
Down has gone the sun it's no fun like a nun with a gun praying to the father or son hiding from the war that's begun, there's no yield!
Then comes the day up he gets to play only to say when hes asked "he's ok" no other colour but grey, the smile's all he needs as a shield!
The smile and the laughter in his work he's a grafter always putting others before and himself after, over time the demon's layers are peeled!
The darkness is black and they say black don't crack but when the demons attack the glass starts to crack an endless cul-de-sac, emotions concealed!
Now they're all mixed he's broken from the stones and sticks and demons that are pricks throwing bricks, true colours of some people revealed!
His heart pounds as he frowns whilst he listen to sounds and he grounds he stops playing the clown instead he's the king with a crown, now the demons are kneeled!
The end of the line it's his time to shine to and know he'll be just fine his peace is not yours it's not mine, the demons locked away in a box now it' sealed!
