It’s restless here.
I can hear my own voice.
It’s simple here.
I came without a choice.
I hate it here.
But it’s the therapy I need.
It’s righteous here.
After you grieve, belief’s a seed.
This place is called home.
Here alone is where you’ll find me.
This place is the soul.
My worst fears and I are fighting.
I changed my mind this time.
It can’t be all that frightening.
I want my soul to rest.
I want to come back to life, strike lightening.
It’s humble here.
Secrets are in my eyes.
No mumbles here.
Even your cries can’t lie.
I always feared here.
Abandonment darkens the sky.
I’m on my own here.
The only burden I have is time.
It’s time to clean up the place.
Paint the floors and the ceiling.
This time I won’t turn my face.
New deck, I’m dealing.
This place is called mine.
Here I get in touch with all of my feelings.
This place will shine.
The key is mine for the killing.
God’s will straightens the spine.
No words, just feeling.