There was a place he would go
to be on his own,
to filter the light,
to learn and to grow.

A place where it stopped,
where no boats would rock,
where time is not measured,
no need for a clock.

As long as it took
would he sit and he'd wait
among all the silence,
awaiting his faith.

In search of some answers,
in search of some hope,
he grew and he found,
a new way to cope.

Despite all the madness.
and **** all the pain.
Once he is there.
His place will remain.