The land of milk and honey seemed to disappear,
The pitch-black night,
Fear drew near,
Whether it be family fights,
Or bumps in the night
You remembered there's a happy place,
A happy face,
Where nightmares leave no trace,
And for a change of pace,
You now hold grace.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC