They tell me I'm too old
To have a nightlight on the stairs
To be so afraid of the dark
Or hold my old teddy bear
So I kneel with shaking knees
And bravely say my prayers
Then I get into bed and wonder
Pulling up the covers high
Why do things have to change
And I really do wonder why
Those stairs are dark and scary
I miss my teddy bear and cry
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