Papered paneling covers my walls,
With vertical stripes upon them all.
At times I felt I was behind bars.
Then I would wish upon the stars.
A five bladed fan above my head,
As I lay everyday upon my bed.
I saw the street lights glow at night,
Within my heart was only fright.
I heard the coal trains lonely wail,
When I spent my time in this cell.
A heart so empty and full of gloom,
As I suffered pain within that room.
At times I thought I was insane,
Spending my life in my little domain.
It`s so much better than it used to be,
With a special gift God gave to me.
No more in that room will I hide,
My domain reaches far and wide.
Around the world to some I speak,
Over the oceans to mountain peaks.
Some send me pictures that I adore,
Without me walking out my door.
With these friends are no conditions,
They tell me of their countries traditions.
What a difference a year has made,
When alone in pain on the bed I laid.
So many days there I still must spend,
But now with me is paper and a pen.
In my domain across the ocean blue,
The Lord took my hand to be with you.
Written By Thelma Shutters 12-04-02
