Sometimes I think life has handed me
More problems than my share
And trying to cope gets to me
And seems to much to bear
The stress causes many problems,
Like physical pain
The mental anguish makes me wonder
If I'll go insane
So I crawl into a part of my mind
Where it's quiet, peaceful, and safe
Where no worldly problems are allowed,
Nothing urgent, everything can wait
No, problems cannot find me there
And I hope you too can find
a safe place where you can hide,
I call mine "PEACE OF MIND"
