Fortress

People spend their whole lives searching
For somewhere to go when in distress
A cane for when you’re lurching
Your own personal fortress
It doesn’t have to be a home
With walls and a ceiling
It could be a movie or a tome
It could be a happy feeling
It can be a person that you love
Protecting you from grief
Stealing your sadness with the morals of
A Robin Hood-like thief

Home is where the heart is
A sanctuary too
But the location of his
Safe place, nobody knew
Nobody really understands
He has no safe place of his own
So he buried his face between cupped hands
The only fortress he’s ever known

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