It's sanctuary
Not too far from the front door
It's a castle
Where she's a princess
Waiting for her white knight
It's a jungle
Where treasures are buried
Taboo on every step
It's a mystery
Where clues need to be found
On who stole her last cookie
It's a cave
Where she can hide
When things go bump in the night
It's her bed
Where she finds bedtime stories
Are things of reality
In her unconscious state of solitude
It's a finish line
Where her race with work
Gets celebrated
It's her Friday night every night
Her Saturday morning cartoons
With breakfast in bed
It remembers her curves
Always knows when to hold on
And knows when to let go
So maybe that little twin
Can rest assure
It's the only thing she loves
At the end of every day