I turn my head
There's nothing there
All I own is my thoughts
For my fears
I close the door
To keep out the bad
I plug my ears
To keep out these fears
And I cry
So hold me close
for I'm so tired
of holding myself
So very tired
And tired
tired and tired
Just hold me
(Repeat)
I listen to these voices
or is it this house
that's giving me chills,
As I lie upon
This little girls bed
Who's at the door?
Who's walking near?
Or has
My imagination spilled?
This little girl
All grown up still fears
Oh and I cry
CHORUS(2x)
Where can I go
Where can I hide
from these evil sufferings?
Oh these images
Painted on my walls
They say there's a place
That I can hide
in the shadow of your wings
Oh Lord, bring me
To this place of refuge
No more tears.
CHORUS(4x)
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