It's a word in a rhyme, a letter in a slot A ghost in a closet, wing in the sky It's a stiched bead in the sand A golden ring on your left hand It's a bag over my head A sparrow in the backyard Don't let the monsters come too close To your beartfelt nights Leave the lily love the rose Don't let the monsters come Too close to your beartfelt nights It is not what it seems to be...