In His Arms
As these tears stain my face,
I think of a place,
That makes me happy.
A place where I can laugh,
And not be looked at weirdly.
A place where I can be myself,
And no one tries to change me.
A place when I'm not able to be strong,
I'm always welcomed.
A place that always has a shoulder to cry on,
when I need it.
A place where everything is alright,
And i don't think its a dream.
A place where I can say what's on my mind,
And be told it's okay.
A place just for me.
A place where a face so familiar is always happy to see me.
His Arms
I think of a place,
That makes me happy.
A place where I can laugh,
And not be looked at weirdly.
A place where I can be myself,
And no one tries to change me.
A place when I'm not able to be strong,
I'm always welcomed.
A place that always has a shoulder to cry on,
when I need it.
A place where everything is alright,
And i don't think its a dream.
A place where I can say what's on my mind,
And be told it's okay.
A place just for me.
A place where a face so familiar is always happy to see me.
His Arms