Hold my hand,

Hold my hand,

Standing on the bridge,
Looking around
Covered with fear,
Scared to cross

Hold my hand,
Please don’t leave me behind,
Neither do I want to cross with out you.

As the wind chase the sea,
My legs are shakily like jelly soap,

Yet standing besides you
Makes me strong and ready to cross,
But not without your hand in mine

Hold my hand,
I don’t want to fall,
And please don’t leave me.

Now that your hand is in mine,
The water is still,
And all fear is gone.

By Beneth,
19/08/2009.

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