 | The quiet place I go sometimes
Knows not for which I came
Collect a thought, to ease some pain
She appears to me the same
To hunt for clues to make a plan
So clear she lets me see
To calm a fear, reflect the day
A burden now set free
Its not a place I like to go
For fun its surely not
To see the little things I've done
And some that I've forgot
But on the whole she's like a friend
That takes me by the hand
And squeezes gently when I'm wrong
In silence joined we stand
So when you think that I'm alone
And have no words to speak
Think back to things of which I spoke
And see me cheek to cheek |