secret escape

the air turns cold and the wind

nip at my face. fallen leafs are scattered  

gently at my feet. dried out branches snap

and cut my feet. this place looks dead and forgotten,

as if no one cares. but to me this place feels like home.

to me this place is my own, my own secret escape.

so when i cry no one hears, and when i die i'll be at peace.

no one there to bother me just a place where i can be free

a place where i can be me.and no one there to bother my soul

for eternity. this my one and only secret escape...