#1
C4C
this is the first draft so any crit welcome. its just an acoustic song with 4 chords behind it.

come out
from your hiding place
the demons are gone
but not for long

with tears
streamin down your cheeks
red from bitter winds
that are blowing
the screams from your village
right into your ears

stay low
my brother dont hold your head
above the clouds
theyll be watchin it burn

and when those flames are risin
high from the huts of your neighbours
theyll be blowin to your secret place
from those bitter winds
that cut you so deep

so run
run through the path in the woods
and i know you used to be too scared
to traverse nature all alone
but our dear father
cant hold your hand any more