THERE´S A PLACE:

There´s a place,

Where tiptoeing is cold, upon old white feet,

A place in the soul, where the two worlds meet,

And beckoning breath´s felt, upon death´s cold call,

Where echoing steps are heard, down life´s long hall.

 

There´s a place,

We go, when the earth gets cramped & so very small,

When the bones become bent & we´re no longer tall,

When the hair is thin & grey, when skin becomes crepe,

When life becomes tight, doesn’t fit & it´s time for escape.

 

There´s a place,

That place where we know, we will never come to harm,

That place where we´re welcomed, with wide open arms,

That place where we know, that we will never feel alone,

That place we return to, that our soul now calls “home”.