Ageless shelter
Ageless shelter
of my dreams.
Make the truth
not what it seems.
Send the rain
when all is dry.
To camouflage
the tears I'd cry.
And protect me from
the path of fault.
As trouble
can be fairly bought.
Ageless shelter
of time and space.
There's a truth
I must erase.
Bring me to
today of then.
Without the proof
of any sin.
And protect me from
the path of fault.
As trouble
can be fairly bought.
By Keith L. Smith
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