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