Place of my own

I dream of a place of my own
where the hurting in life is virtually unknown
a porch for summer evenings,a fire for the cold
Good man to walk through life with,hold hands when we're old.


I dream of places to be at rest
where I dare to think and decide what's best
Where no one ridicules, or makes me ill at ease
I can sing,dance,feel,stretch,grow and breathe


I long for a place to lay my head
a home fragrant,pleasant, a well made bed.
Treasures made by little hands
and the feeling God loves me and understands.