My Rock
My rock is here
The clouds are near
but no matter what I hear
the rock will make my head clear
Like the eye of the storm
Or an island surrounded by water
If my rock is here
none of it will matter
One safe place
One way out of everything
One place to run to
yet also the only way to destroy yourself
Copyright © Mystic Writes | Year Posted 2020
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