My own shelter
Why must a song with words of love
sing its words so painful.
Like it has been written within my heart
with rhythms so bright yet rain full
A moment of silence which seems to last
long enough to be uncertain.
Am I the one within his thoughts
or am I his new born burden.
Must my soul take once road
leading through that garden.
Full of roses weak and strong
thorns that leaves scarves within.
Patience, hope, a tear and joy
will help me to once enter
Two open arms that at last will be
for ever …………..
my own shelter.
