my place....
It was my place and you took it from me.
Now there is no place be,nowhere to find comfort.
All that is left is solitude.
You went there first and called me
and i never answered the call.
It was my place of solace and rest.
Its odd that I should see it that way.
Its a place that is open to all who seek him.
But it was still my place,
I know the door, i could find it on my own.
There is no place left for a wandering spirit.
No place at all for solace and rest.
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