Why have you called me in the middle of the night?
Who troubles you, my dear?
Is it the monsters hiding in the cupboard?
Or the monsters that aren't?
Is it people who you don't know?
Or people that you do?
Come here, my dear. Rest on my lap.
I will let you see the world in white and black
Suffocate you with rules upon rules
And then watch as you're hurt
By people, white and black
Because they are, after all, equal.
Sleep well, my dear. I will switch off the lights.
And then I'll sit by your side
And protect you from the monster under the bed
While you run and hide in the day
From the monsters that aren't afraid.