My Refuge is in the stars,

where pain lasts as a faint scar;

my past, only folklore,

a long un-opened door.


My Haven is where birds fly,

where troubles are gone, hereby;

my mind, wiped swiftly clean,

anguished thoughts, now they wean.


My Solace in the heavens,

afflictions, how they're beckoned-

away from me, from Life,

am emptied now of strife.


My Stronghold found in the clouds,

with my Savior, I avowed;

together 'til the end,

My Sanctuary Friend.


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