There is a place that I can go
A place that no one else knows.
A place for me, it is all mine
Things done there no one will find.
I can travel far or just stay near
It is all silent, no one can hear.
Where is this place, a haven you see?
It is in my mind, it is the real me.
It is here that I soar
And climb mountain tops high.
I fight my own battles
It is here that I cry.
I am not ashamed for no one else knows
Who I really am or where I really go.
Who are we really or do we know
They say it is when you are alone that your real self shows.
Author: Suzanne M.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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