The Shelter

I remember the shelter

it was not a postcard

it was not a dream

it was made of concrete

and we could lay there

watching the rain

it was not a postcard

it was not a dream

it was made of concrete

and we could lay there

watching the rain

and it helped a bit in between the bitter things

and when the center is gone

and what’s around feels fake

just leave the wrap behind

that’s all it takes

you’ll find that place to hide

and those who came before

they wrote on every wall

"we’ll walk along your way"

and it helps a bit in between the bitter things

in between the bitter things

in between the bitter things

I remember the shelter

it was not a postcard

it was not a dream

it was made of concrete

and we could lay there

watching the rain