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
for i'm so tired of holding myself
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
for i'm so tired of holding myself
from these evil sufferings?
these images painted on my walls
they say there's a place that i can
hide in the shadow of your wings
bring me to this place of refuge
for i'm so tired of holding myself