Where the ground is dry
A place behind the clouds
That’s not in the sky
There’s a place in the desert
Where the sun is cold
A place in the snow
Where the fire is bold
There’s a place in the forest
Where the animals hide
A place where the animals
Are stripped of their pride
There’s a place without joy
Greed or wealth
A place without sickness
Illness or health
There’s a place without thought
Wisdom or confusion
A place full of nothing
Peace and delusion
There’s a place where I go
When my heart is aching
That brings out stitches
And seals the breaking
It is there in your arms
With the touch of your skin
And that place of serenity
Is always within
