No Place To Go

There is a place I used to go,

when I was just a lad.

‘twas no one else’s anywhere,

just a special place I had.

For me it was the forest,

and the groves of trees,

and a little rocky stream,

I'd go there for some peace.

Now there is no place to go.

No rocks.

No trees.

No stream.

But when the road gets hard to go.

I get alone.

In the dark.

In my room.

By my bed.

On my knees.

I pray and give it to the Lord instead.