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The children know a secret
They're too afraid to tell
They know that we can hear them
And they know we listen well

They ask to 'Leave the light on'
and 'leave it open just a crack'
praying teddies on their pillows
keep them safe from our attack

we come out from the closets
we come out from the walls
we come from every nightmare
when the sunset curtain falls

The policemen couldn't find them
and the neighbors are in tears
we've got your little children
and we're playing with their fears

So do the kids a favor
when you tuck them in at night
never close the bedroom door
and leave on the closet light




Mun is over 25, and I tend to write in prose style. Any questions, feel free to message me.