Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
RealiTy
if u tell a man there r 300 billion stars in d universe, he''ll believe u.Bt if u tell him a park bench has jst been painted, he has 2 touch it 2 b sure.
