I have this little, private place,
It's filled with gentle, quiet grace.
I go there when I am allowed,
To leave the noisy, madding crowd.
I stay within my quiet place,
'Til there's resurgence of my faith.
Then can I leave and close my door,
Then can I face the world once more
Christmas
Dementia
Depression
Millie
My Friends
 
Webset �Majestic Websets
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