Drawn with pen, across the pages,

Is a story written back in time

That which once was mine

Is now rightfully thine's.

The story is of a little girl

Trapped in her own mind.

Scared of monsters and demons and

darkness

And things that come from behind.

She turns and tosses

In bed at night.

Scared to sleep,

Scared with fright.

Little does she know

That someone watches over her,

A guardian angel,

With a warm heart and a cape of fur.

The guardian angel

Sees her distress,

And conjures up a spell

To ease her little mistress.

All of a sudden

The bad dreams disappear

And the little girl sleeps,

With a heart devoid of fear.

The angel smiles

And blesses the girl,

Who has a heart that is pristine

And a conscience, as pure as a pearl.

This is the story

That has been drawn with pen

Written back in time

And touched the hearts of many a men.