My Little White Throne

( Take a seat and follow along)

I've found my own refuge, where thought seems to flow
as I sit in the quiet, on my little white throne
Captured by porcelain, putting all else aside
I'll give it my burdens as I sit for a time

One purpose, one goal, get done, move on,
I say to myself as I sit on my throne
But rushing I'm not, why hurry to leave
where else in this life can I find such relief

It's steady, it's solid, won't budge an inch
of that which I speak is not what you think
Here I let go of the wrongs I've been done
can dispose of that weight I've carried so long

It's cold at first touch when flesh meets the stone
but warmth slowly comes as I sit on my throne
The coldness of life and angst in my bones
is eased by the warmth on my little white throne

When life gets heavy with burdens to bear
where else can I go with no judgement to wear
Can sit and admit the mistakes that I've made
for my little white throne will flush them away

Here leave your troubles, your worries, your fears,
leave all the wrong turns made over the years
No sentence to serve, no sins to atone
here lighten your load on your little white throne

So here's some advice to all who would hear,
your little white throne is always so near
Go sit and know this relief which I speak
all that's required is just take your seat

Now I've lightened my load, of my burdens set free
I've disposed of my troubles, can get up and leave
I'll stand straight and tall, now free I can roam
perhaps for a day, 'till worries return
then again I must sit on my little white throne.