I will not be afraid as I lay in my bed,
On this cold and blustery night.
There is nothing to fear from the noises I hear,
Yet I sense that all is not right.
I will not be afraid of that whistling sound,
For it’s simply the wind round the eaves.
The house is secure, it is bolted up tight,
We do not have melodious thieves.
I will not be afraid as I open my eyes,
To assess the depths of the gloom.
The sinister shadows are tricks of my mind,
This is still my beloved bedroom.
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