Can You Make Them Go Away?

The Day is dawning,

The Night is leaving,

Yet the memories haunt me still.

The monsters under the bed,

Reaching out,

Trying to grab me.

Can you make them go away?

They call to me,

And they plead with me,

And when they don't get their way,

They get angry and mad,

And they start to scream.

Oh, the screams they resound in my ears,

And the sight of them,

Is what I see when I close my eyes.

Help me, please!

Can you make them go away?