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?
