This hideout heaven is like..
trying to explain what God looks like.
Its quite the hike,
to arrive to the hideout heaven.

I was young,
My grandmother was young.
the fresh air there happily filled out lung.
a few sticks for the roof we hung.

A bush here and there,
made the walls i thought were so strong.
it mattered cause we gave it good care.
and the birds could still sing us a song.

We saw the creepy crawlys,
but we let them stay.
cause it was there home first,
so we didn't shoe...