Sitting in my dim lit room
Seeing only the lights gloom
From the streets outside
Through the gaps shines light

My window is barricaded
With cardboard the glass is laded
I need to look outside once more
Will they come through my door?

I peek outside, through a few gaps
Sweating – I'm about to collapse
I can see them. They are near
They can see me up here!

O, God, what...