Safe Places
Safe Places
The warmth of the sun shines on my face
Letting all the frustrations of the day race
This safe place I call mine
My mind settles on the thought of staying
Knowing there would be no use straying
This safe place I call mine
The sun is now setting
I sit on the floor, my mind now fretting
This safe place I call mine
I’m afraid of the dark, it’s no use
I walk home, asking the sky to call a truce
This safe place I call mine
I look behind me, the soft glow of the moon now shines on me
My face forms a smile, my anxieties flee
The safe place is no longer a place at all
But it will still be called mine
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