There is a sacred haven that will stand.
She hides here again and again.
A garden the signifies life,
But why, does she suffer from strife?
Who is she and why does she come here?

As I do my best to get near,
The angel flees farther and disappears.
Her tears of sorrow, makes me feel hollow.

But I will continue to follow.
For I must know why.
Her life is a lie.
This place seems to comfort her mind.
To me it feels divine.
The day will come when I see no more tears.

She will relinquish all her fears.
The pain of the past that is relentless
It grows and becomes tremendous.
have you lost one who is near and dear?

Do you shed tears as it appears?
Why do you run, have you been shund?

When will the torment be broken?
When silence has spoken?
How can I gain your trust?
Your survival is a must!
This world is lost in the False of Light!
And we must journey in the cloak of night!

This haven that you call your home.
Keeps you from being alone.
There is joy, comfort, and beauty all around.
From the butterflys to the birds that give sound.

The many flora that bring colors of imagination to this place.
The vivid red, removes the dread,
Flowers blossom among the trees, as the birds sing.

You have left, without a hello or goodbye.
May I grow wings, so I may fly
To catch up with you oh lost one
I would befriend you, so we may have fun.
One day,I pray we meet before the end,
So we can be friends!

Matthew Hamilton/Share My Pain