My Room

My Room, My spacious camp A world beyond the world A sanctuary of peace Silence in the pillows Fun within the games Music from the piano All I ever need My Room, My safe harbor in which to work The cabin where I sleep The island where I read My Room, Usually it’s clean Then once every while I cannot see the floor Through the pile of old stuff its hard to get to the door An endless pool of junk My Room, A cage that protects me From a storm of rage A precious box to store my fears On a scary day My Room, My walls that shield me from the weather Through the seasons rain or shine My room still stands with me inside My Room Sanctuary of peace Harbor of work Cabin to sleep Island to read A clean place Then a pool of junk A cage to hide from a storm of anger A precious box of fears A shield from the weather All I ever need

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