Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love. Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Bob Dylan Good Evening All! A little rougher paint job than I usually do. ;) I hope that you are all having a good week and that wherever you live, and whatever you may be doing, the storms pass you by, and you are content, cozy and happy. Your thoughts are always welcomed, your words appreciated greatly. Thank you for your inspiration! Hugs, :)