Child's Comfort

My child, she came to me afraid and crying,
Pursued by dark demons of the night.
I kissed her, and I brushed her tears away,
I took hold of her and held her tight.

These demons of yours, I know them well,
For once they pursued me.
They come in darkness for a reason,
But you I'll give a key.

Love is light and light is love,
It's simple and it's free.
With this my child, you have a sword,
In gentle analogy.

The monsters cannot abide the light -
They run from it and hide.
Yet wherever you go you have the light,
You carry it inside.

So know I love you dearly,
Your mother does as well.
As long as you remember that,
The light will in you dwell.

So when the demons come to call,
With claws sharp and lies to tell,
Although we've taught you not to curse
Just say "You go to hell!"

Thank you very much brother . . . Sorry about posting it twice. Mingle is acting strange today . . .