Shelter

When I face the worst of the horror,
Battle the worst of the pain
I always seek, and find relief,
And never is it in vain.

I find shelter in the memory
Of a safe and warming place.
Of being held in your strong arms,
Imagining your kind and loving face.

For there I feel protected,
Safe from any harm.
For should any wish to hurt me
They'd first have to get through your arms.

12/1/98  4:20pm


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