Child, that we still are,
we run and hide,
so near
but far.
We run and hide,
away from the hurt and the pain,
and what give us few.

We run and hide,
some reasons that are unclear.

Child, child, child.
You weep and I cry,
you lash out, toss and fit,
but so scared of the dark,
and the light.
And all you know is to either
run.
Or Fight.

Hide no more,
weep no longer,
fear nothing,
for when you go to God,
he will make you stronger.
The giants you fear
shall not bother you no more,
for the day shall break,
in His Glorious grace you'll hide no more.

Child.