Demons by my Side
Whispers in my ear
Tell me nto to fear
Grabbed by the wrist
A warm twist
Their smiles imperfect, crooked and mean
yet that is not what she seen
What she seen was hope
A new way to cope
A new perspective, a new way to think
A new life she could repaint
Surrouding her they took her by the hand
And fled her away to a new land
You call them demons, evil and mean
Filthy little souls, unclean
But as an army by her side they stood
Read to fight, when noone else would
