written by daughter Leah Cunha
I always seem to end up here in this sweet sanctuary,
I always seem to end up here, alone, with only me.
In this small place, so peaceful, a world that’s truly mine,
This place, this space so silent, where time’s hard to define.
Where I can think and ponder, or say a little prayer
Where I can cry in anguish, wishing you were there.
Where I can laugh at memories, or have my soul’s complaint,
Where I can lie in solitude, when I am feeling faint.
Where harmony is found, and lines are soft
Upon my wondering mind,
Where dreams take place, and hopes are made
When you I cannot find
Where seasons I see while years pass by
And new sweet songs appear
Whenever tragedies fall
Or joys are found, Yes!! I always end up here.
And where’s this place? You ask me now
Where all my secrets bloom, I tell you softly—
This small place is the sanctuary of my room.