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 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
So hold me close For I'm so tired of holding myself So very tired and tired Tired and tired Just hold me
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
So hold me close For I'm so tired of holding myself So very tired and tired Tired and tired Just hold me
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