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My place of safety is not in a building
Nor is it in my home
My place of safely is endless
and runs for miles along the shore.
My place of safety holds all of my tears
My place of safety handles all of my fears.
I can scream at the top of my lungs
I can cry until my spirit is empty
only to have My place of safety embrace
my spirit and fill me up way up there.
Do you want to know where I am safe at?
Where I can tell my dreams and my concerns?
It's sitting here on the sand
at the beach
with your picture in my hand
Crying out my sorrow on you not being here
and feeling the release of all the love that you gave
My place of safety is in the memories of you
Mommie
with the water washing over me
again and again and again.


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