There's a giant in my bed and i put him to sleep.
I pull the blankets over our heads, but they are just too short.
They will only cover him up to his knees.
I can hear him breathe, turn side to side,
or heave a sigh, when dreams wont stop to haunt his night.
and before I kill the light, i check
if both his eyes are fully shut. All black,
until the curtain cant stop the sun from shining on his face.
And then i see in his eyes a young boy sits
and smiles and shouts and never quits
to throw it all out, to sing and grab
my hands to ask me for a dance.
