We all need a refuge, some times. Still in the same world I have been for a while.

I kneel in the chapel, the greatest peace I find.
There i take refuge from the magic in my mind.
No curse there may hunt me, nor cast me into chains.
There I find new courage to continue what remains.

Though the haunting melody that will not let me go
Chases all my dreaming clouding all I know.
In the quiet chapel, that melody must clear
Leaving room for other music, I at last can hear.

There in the stillness a voice calls out my name.
no poison sweet enchantress with her subtle chains.
Instead this voice come softly, but clear and strong and true.
He says I am not abandoned and will see me through.

When I leave that haven and face the world again.
A strength yet goes with me. Perhaps my soul will mend.
But mended yet or broken, I am not alone.
The power in the chapel has claimed me for His own.

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