A Place Where I Can Be Myself
In the hustle and bustle
Of life’s passing dreams
Succumbing to somebody’s
Wishes it seems
There’s a place I can go
Where I know I can be,
A place where I know
It’s ok to be me.
Our lives become molds
Of the people around us.
Always pleasing the lives
Of those that surround us.
But, somewhere deep inside
There’s a voice that seems to say,
There’s a place that I can go
When I need to get away.
From expectations and from strife
Or just to spend the day,
This place is with my friend
Who accepts me just this way!
~Vickie Skowronski~
Copyright 2001
In the hustle and bustle
Of life’s passing dreams
Succumbing to somebody’s
Wishes it seems
There’s a place I can go
Where I know I can be,
A place where I know
It’s ok to be me.
Our lives become molds
Of the people around us.
Always pleasing the lives
Of those that surround us.
But, somewhere deep inside
There’s a voice that seems to say,
There’s a place that I can go
When I need to get away.
From expectations and from strife
Or just to spend the day,
This place is with my friend
Who accepts me just this way!
~Vickie Skowronski~
Copyright 2001
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