There is a place I go to,
when I feel alone.
A place where I feel safe,
that I can call my own.
It is a place inside myself,
where no one else can see…
A place that only I know
holds the true and real me.
If anyone gets in there,
if someone should break through…
I know that this will really be,
a love for me that’s true.
Until someone can see
into the corners of your soul…
the ones you have around you now
will never make you whole.
My Father used to live here…
here upon this earth.
Midst the pain & chaos…
it’s hard to find your worth.
He had a lot of heartache…
troubles, doubts & sorrows.
Until finally one day,
he could face no more tomorrows.
My father used to call me,
to see what’s going on.
Now he doesn’t do that…
that’s because he’s gone.
He is in a better place…
a safer place at best.
Somewhere where his heart
can finally stop and take a rest.
Down by the riverside is where I like to sit
and watch the wind blow through
the long grass that grows at the edge of the sand.
Boats come & go on this mighty river.
Day & night, carrying precious cargo.
Transporting goods to & from far away lands.
Such a peaceful yet powerful & majestic phenomenon
this river of life.
Fish swim in it…
Birds dive into it…
Logs drift along it, lazily in the afternoon sun.
Each day without question the tide rises & falls
just as the sun also rises & sets over the banks
of this tireless waterway, this river of life.
