There’s a staircase few have climbed,

Past the hall where hours unwind.

Through a door that softly knows,

It’s the room where nobody goes.

Dusty beams and candle light,

Hold me close through winter nights.

The world below can rage and spin,

But peace begins when I walk in.

This is the place my heart can mend,

Where broken days can find their end.

I close my eyes, the whole world slows,

In the room where nobody goes.

Old books stacked against the wall,

Their words still catch me when I fall.

The clock forgets to mark the time,

And all I hear are thoughts of mine.

This is the place my heart can mend,

Where broken days can find their end.

I close my eyes, the whole world slows,

In the room where nobody goes.

Some call it hiding, I call it home,

A quiet shore where I can roam.

The songs I write, the dreams I weave,

Are born each time I choose to leave.

This is the place my spirit knows,

Where silence sings and healing grows.

When the world feels too close, I go...

To the room where nobody goes.

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