My Secret Place
My Secret Place
When the world is too much with me
And I long to fly away
I lay back in contentment
And listen to music play
Rachmaninov is my God
Puccini makes me cry
The symphony is my home
For the Opera I would die
Whenever terror strikes me
And I think I'll lose my mind
I put my feet up on the chaise
And leave my cares behind
I don't need mental help
Or even Dr. Phil
I just listen to the violins
I have no need for pills
This is my private place
Far away from strife
Music is a gift from God
I will treasure all my life
Copyright©2005Beatrice Boyle
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Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011
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