In the dark of the night,
When others would yell,
I escaped to a place,
That I knew so well.
I would reach out for him,
While in bed I lie,
Placed my hand on the wall,
Alone I would cry.
My palm on the cold wall,
As tears streaked my face,
I needed his comfort,
His warm strong embrace.
Slowly the wall would warm,
Warm my hand's cold touch,
I'd feel safe and secure,
Truly loved so much.
I would drift off to sleep,
His hand holding mine,
Dreamt he said he loved me,
Our hearts intertwine.
In the dark of the night,
Across desert sand,
I felt so loved and safe,
As he held my hand.