safe haven

the begger roam the streets alone
in the gathering darkness,
he sits under the withering tree
it speaks out to him
a language he knew so well
in this forsaken world
the tree spoke to his soul
it listens, it understands
he has found a companion

dawn breaks, life is anewed
for the begger who sleeps
soundly, under the withering tree
i hear for the first time
his peaceful breathing
he has found a place
to hide
his safe haven
never shall he feel
despair again