I desire and long for it,
Yet run far or almost from the appearance of it,
I die each day subtly,
and like a flower plucked from it stem, blown by the wind scatteringly,
So are my thoughts.
I feel lost and detached,
Even from my hiding,
So that I have become foreign to myself.
Even from my hiding,
So that I have become foreign to myself.
How long can I run from it all?
I need Me and more of YOU.
You are the one for me,
Save me now else I die!
I need Me and more of YOU.
You are the one for me,
Save me now else I die!
And bring me back to Safe Haven...
~ Nugatee
To the broken hearted and feeble minded, there is always a Safe Haven!
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