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I could sit inside of these 4 walls

Hiding from the hatred of the world

As each bomb and plane falls

Secluding a scared little girl



I could sit and tremble all alone

Worrying about what could be

Jumping up to grab the phone

Expecting the very worst degree



Lock the doors because I’m scared

Of what may lurk around outside

Knowing no one’s really there

But I could continue on to hide



I could hide my life away

Being secluded and afraid

Or live it day by day

Proud of the choices that I’ve made



Because I don’t have time for fear

And neither does my newborn

For him, I need to be here

No matter how the world turns



Cuz I can wrap him in my arms

And wipe away each tear

I can try to fight away all harm

But he won’t live a life in fear



He won’t be hiding behind a closed door

In fear of what takes place and when

To him the only kind of war

Will be with little green army men



He won’t be confined to 4 walls

From this world that is destroyed

And the only bombs and planes that fall

Are little 1 foot toys