Safehouse
Finding Sanctuary: Tracy Nitschke's Safehouse Reveals a Haven Amidst Life's Storms
Lyrics
Feet on the slats
Feeling grounded with feet resting on the slats.
Sound of the creek and smell of the grass
Engaging the senses with the sound of the creek and the scent of grass.
Completely alone
Being in complete solitude.
Focused on stillness and hope
Concentrating on tranquility and optimism.
Here in a safehouse of my own
Present in a secure and personal sanctuary.
Here in a safehouse of my own
Reiterating the theme of a personal safe space.
There's a view
Acknowledging a scenic view with intrinsic value beyond the physical surroundings.
The treasure is more than the woods and the stone
Highlighting that the treasure surpasses the material aspects of nature.
I am away
Physically distant from judgment and animosity.
Away from the judgement and the hate
Away from negative opinions and hostility.
Here in the stillness I am safe
Feeling secure in the calmness, finding safety in stillness.
Here in the stillness I am safe
Emphasizing the sense of security in stillness.
All it took was a storm
A storm as a metaphor for a transformative event.
To wash it away
The storm washes away something significant.
To rip down the boards
The storm dismantles carefully constructed barriers.
That were carefully laid
Highlighting the destruction of protective measures.
To sweep it away
The storm cleanses, leaving nothing behind.
Till nothing remained
Only memories and the peace that remains after the storm.
Except for the memories
Acknowledging the enduring impact of memories.
And the peace that it gave
Retaining the peace gained through the storm's aftermath.
All it took was a storm
Repeating the theme of a storm as a transformative force.
To wash it away
Reiteration of the storm washing away something significant.
To rip down the boards
Repetition of the storm dismantling protective barriers.
That were carefully laid
Emphasizing the destruction of carefully laid defenses.
To sweep it away
Reiterating the cleansing nature of the storm.
Till nothing remained
Highlighting the complete removal of everything.
Except for memories
Leaving only memories behind after the storm.
And the peace that it gave
Reiterating the lasting impact of memories and peace.
And the peace that it gave
Underlining the enduring peace from the storm.
Feet on the slats
Returning to the grounding image of feet on slats.
Sounds of the creek and smell of the grass
Reconnecting with the sensory experiences of the creek and grass.
Focus on quiet and peace
Concentrating on quietness and inner peace.
Cause it was my safehouse my place to be me
Affirming that this was a personal safe space to be oneself.
Cause it was my safehouse my place to be me
Reiterating the significance of the safehouse as a personal haven.
My place to be me
Affirming that the safehouse is a place to express one's true self.
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