While you sleep
You must be have been sent by angels, as you lay there so perfect
You must be a gift from above I think, as you lay there, so still
You’re the one aren’t you, the one sent to save me
But your not here to save me from, what’s outside, are you.
You’re here to save me from what’s inside
You’re here to save me, from…………….
Ged Thompson Liverpool Poet and Writer 24/12/12