A Place of Rest

The language of the watery water I have been made to understand In his arms I find solace His compound is my place of rest Each time my can can no longer can Each day my spirit, soul and body can longer cope Each moment my womanhood is shown the activities of hell With open arms, I am always welcomed Hugged and made feel important For... The language of the watery water I have been made to understand In his arms I find solace His compound is my place of rest When the people of the world choose to be deaf to my screaming silence And no one listens to my cry for help Moment when my tears compete with the rain Times when all hope is about to be lost The language of the watery water I have been made to understand In his arms I find solace His compound is my place of rest The compound of falling water The place for my falling soul My state of mind does not matter Peace it gives my whole A place of rest Where I get wet Without stress Where I get tickled And not punched Where pleasure overwhelms my veins And not pressure before pleasure that eventually leads to pain The language of the watery water I have been made to understand In his arms I find solace His compound is my place of rest Can I just drown here never to see this monster again?