Touch the soul of a child in the bedroom

Killed the bogeyman and the rest of the doom

Imagination left a year or two ago

His dog and mother died in the early snow

Lord help this child learn to pray for better

Candle left lit in the church of remembrance

Nothing in his young life makes any sense

bogeyman not real was but a fear created to survive

Closet door open and the tale under the bed dead

Bottle empty left on the table of learning better

Sister and dolly teach him how to fold his prayers

Talked to the God and angels hidden in his heart there

Pain not a word understood and the bogeyman is dead

Bible a new book under the mattress hidden he is learning to read

Tears left in the eyes of the new family wishing for better

Wife takes his hand leads him to the cemetery and helps see

Life is a gift we often leave in the dying sun of a memory

Some will walk the road in search of the bogeyman but he is dead

She allows him to smile and comfort the fear of his own son

Days blend into wonder and the child becomes the man again, better