I gazed upon a quiet stream
My reflection I did see
I wondered who is this person
That I have come to be

A stone was cast into the water
The ripples shrouded me
And I have wrapped myself
In its obscurity

It has become my shield
My security
Now when I look
I do not clearly see

I do not want to give it up
Cause it envelops me
It helps protect my weaknesses
My vulnerabilities

I've given of myself
And along the way somehow
Lost my identity

Maybe I do not need to seek
Who I have come to be
But need to know that in my heart
I still belong to me.....


This quiet stream is my sanctuary, my secret place where no one enters....