Perfectly At Home Michael Campbell
There is a place I go,

And there I unwind.

Let all my troubles fall away,

Just clear my mind.

There my soul has gone,

There it will stay.

Wounded beyond healing,

It has vanished away.

Hurt from betrayal,

Rejection, and hate.

Narrow-minded people

Have closed the gate.

They refuse to listen

To the sound of love,

Instead, twisting the words

Of their god above.

To suit their purposes,

Their own twisted schemes;

They refuse to love

One with different dreams.

I have fled the sound

Of their angry voices,

Seeking a place to hide

And make my own choices.

Let me live my life

The way I was meant to;

You will not be troubled,

That day you will not rue.

I need someone to stand by me,

Through the pain and sorrow.

I need someone to tell me

To stay and live for tomorrow.

But I have no one; I’ve been forgotten.

My friends have all turned their backs,

Leaving me alone with my anguish,

Heading off on their own tracks.

I will retreat to my own little corner,

Sit in my own little chair,

And pretend that I am somewhere

Where life is kind and fair.

Over the rainbow, I know my place

Is there just waiting for me;

But I cannot reach it, I am stuck here.

I need to fly, can’t you see?

But every time I think, I am within reach,

My wings disappear, and I hit the ground,

And I get up and limp back to the start

And think I’ll do it this time around.

Stay with me, hold my hand,

Help me over the dome;

Where I am wanted, needed,

And perfectly at home.