Room Of Love

Room of Love


A room full of people
Who listen with love
We tell a story
Given to pain and hell
Each one is different
But all share the same
The hurt and the heart aches
As well as the pain
We sit around a table
A cup in every hand
A pot of coffee
Will always stand
We listen and we cry
As each of us shares
All the hurt and the sorrows
That brings us here
For each new day
Becomes a tomorrow
Each day filled with Love
Instead of sorrows


Elizabeth Gassen