I've got you
In my nightmares, in my dreams...
I see figures, big and mean
Black as night, with red eyes
I cower in my blanket and hear their cries
Just then, I pray
For Saint Michael to save the day
When I do, the figures flee
Away from his sword and wings, that are protecting me
He holds me in his arms, so comforting and strong
"It's okay." He says, "I've got you all along."
P.S. Obviously I don't own Saint Michael.