I wish

I wish i was there

when the monester attacked

when lighting struck

when your soul was hijacked

i would have fought that demon

with all the weapons i possess

i would have dressed you with my armor;

so your soul he wouldn't possess

would have healed your wounds

i would have brought you to ease

i would have replaced thoes blood-soaked denims;

with scented bleached sheets

i wish i were there

to catch you when you fall

to fill your life with hope

before agony creeps into your soul