My comfort

I was still trying to grow My little act won't let go Of my my childish character, You played guide for me Even when you knew I was wrong, You weren't being over protective Just that you can't stand the sight Of me being cane by daddy, Should I call you my proctector? Guardian will be good. In another world I pray it should be you I mean just you and you alone. There is this satisfaction I find when am closer To you and when your arm Are on me.