Key largo

My love, don't sleep so tight.
The stars will comb the sky.
I'll watch you through the night.
Big dreams Small people. Call it oversight
All the dangerous people, they're a million miles may.
That's a line in exaggeration for something I need to say
All the past is history and Men Like Monkeys was the song,
And this couldn't he wiped cut by a nuclear bomb.
Then you stand up like a mountain.
My thoughts are washed away.
Seconds pass but who's counting?
There's no need to rhyme with mountain.
It's an idea.
A strength Large feeling Small person in a wind
A wind that's blowing