I came to you cold and faded,
A bruised and battered empty shell,
For it was grueling and complicated,
To travel from the place I dwelled.
So frail was I, weak and fragile,
A gentle touch could've broken me.
Weary from the journey traveled,
I dropped exhausted to my knees.
And you, you were my sanctuary...
My hallowed ground, my sacred shrine.
You were my shelter, when I'd grown weary,
And my path to a higher state of mind.