Safe Haven
I stood where a tree once stood,
A Garden of Love;
A place to sleep,
And to weep peacefully.
The tree, my beauty,
Is now gone.
Forever torn down,
By the town's Big Boss.
I can't forgive,
Those workers, true devils,
That took away my Garden of Love,
The place that I loved more than all above.
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