I used to use you as a shelter warm,
When the night was dark and silent to me,
So then I could drown out the sounds of storm;
You were my comfort against the fruit tree.
As I grew older, I stopped needing you
To fight my battles I had overcome;
For I believed that I had broken through,
All the nightly fears were under my thumb.
But my fears were not just of the dark night,
Angry yelling and a sadness abounds
Responsibility held with no might,
Now I feared day when my feet hit the ground.
I gather up in you so tightly so,
Blanket make my fears be the ones to go.