The Shower

There is one place It is like your shower in the morning It has heard you sing your heart out And heard your cry It has seen you refreshed and contented And has seen you hungover It’s the place where you have won arguments inside your head And the place you went to cry when you lost it in reality It sanctuary replicates the rush of warm water, cascading over you The droplets washing away the dirt That place, your sanctuary It is like your shower in the morning