I want to press my hands against you and leave prints,
So you'll never be without someone's touch.

I want to hold you so tight,
I become your crutch.

Wipe dust from your eyelids like snow,
And sorrow from your soul.

I want to catch your tears and protect them,
Because the world is cruelest when we cry.

And I,
Will be your stilts,
Together we'll reach high

The monsters under your bed will learn the sound of my
Battlecry.
And fear.

Because I will make you safe everywhere.

But mostly...
Mostly I want to help you heal your wings,
So you can fly.

And then sometimes I will glimpse you after midnight,
Moving through my sky.