My Only Refuge

My Haven,


Not the smell of mama's food when all day hungry I've stayed.
Not the refreshing beer on a long exhausting day.


Not the smile that a stranger gives.
Not the streaming tears that provide relief.

My Haven,
The times i wrapped my arms around you, when i was ill.

The kiss on my forehead that you would give.

They are gone with you,
gone to the grave -
the tomb of my only joy.

They are gone with you,
gone to the grave -
the tomb of my only haven.