The enemy.
Next to my door....
Can I flee miles many
Or, just stay cleany.
I can't, but can see
It; comin' to me,
Can I hide from he?
Filled only with fear,
Or stay a-way.
Can I live so steady
With chats of - friends ready
I can;to clean and wash me
And give up my wishes
For the cries of many.
The sound ; Isn't clear,
The vision too...not fair.
But I know it's there.
The one thing I can do;
Is to do what I 'can'
I can, then why can't you?