11Posters on my bedroom walls,
Clothes across the floor.
I stand here in my cool striped socks,
And feel warm within my sanctuary.
In here I have my four favourite items,
My computer, my laptop, my teddy, my bed.
In this room I've cried my private tears,
In this room I've smiled my secret smiles.
I think of it s my sanctuary,
An escape from the world outside.
In here I can be alone,
In here I can be surrounded by my music.
In here I write most of work,
As I lie warm inside my bed.
Ideas circulate inside my head,
As the paper is stained by ink.
I lie there now as I write about,
The sanctuary that has kept me sane.
The sanctuary that knows which holds my darkest secrets,
With walls which will never speak.
Lyria10/5/03