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
I listen to these voices or is it this house that's giving me chills?
As I lie upon this little girl's 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!
Where can I go where can I hide from these evil suffereings? 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