There are places they can’t see, ones that belong to only me, And even with their harsh cold speech, for them this place is out of reach. Where I escape from stormy nights, to golden skies filled with blinding light. Where the grass is green and I can see, over rolling hills and sunken valleys. Where birds can fly in single file, the only place that brings a smile. Where flowers bloom in a single snap, and warm winds caress my soft pale back. And her I sit, and smile and stay, until I am ready to begin a new day. And when they try to frighten me, I go to the place that they’ll never see, the same that belongs to only me.