Whenever I feel like crying my heart out
Whenever I feel like screaming my lungs out
Whenever I feel like I'm burnt by the sun of life
Whenever I feel engulfed by flames of sadness
Whenever I feel depressed and low...
...the room in the corner of my home.. That's where I go...
That room is my refuge during my sad moments
The room has dark coloured walls
The room possesses a couple of dim lights
The room doesn't have anything much save for an old bookshelf which contains memories of my childhood
On the walls of the room are some hanging pictures of my childhood...
Those pictures look at me with affection..
...sometimes with a bit of concern
...perhaps they feel sympathetic towards my lonely heart
The room comforts me and takes me its in arms when I feel like I can't take the agonies of life no more..
The room with its eerie quiteness has a soothing effect on me
The room has a solid wooden door which is sometimes hard to pull open
But once it let's you in...it just takes you over with it's warmth and kindness
Whenever I feel like resting my head on a shoulder
Whenever I want to think clearly
That room always helps me out
The room in the corner of my home means so much to me....