A Place I Used To Go.

I used to breathe you in like familiar land.
I know every landmark like the back of my hand.

The secret place always warm and tender.
To heat my bones, a broken heart mender.

A place where dreams take form, grow and then soar.
A place I loved, cherished and adored.

There's a place where I used to go,
When I was feeling down, broke and low.

There's a place where I would stay,
When I was lost in disarray.

A place that would forgive my sins,
And where a loser like me always wins.

A rainless land, so close to paradise.
Warm enough to melt a heart of ice.

A place that would take away my pain.
And silence the torture in my brain.

A place where I would lay in perfect silence.
And forget the anger, hate and violence.

There's a place that used to take me in.
Feed my hunger and caress my skin.

There's a place that would give me relief.
Where I would feel no strain or grief.

A vast and endless land that I would explore.
That grabbed my arm and pulled me in from shore.

A lost city I took for granted.
I regret the roots I never planted.

There's a place I used to go.

Where she went I'll never know.