A Hand To Hold
Life’s a little grey around the edges
And maybe the sky’s grown darker around here, but
The storm’s just a storm, and you’re anchored down
The sun still shines behind the clouds.
Your hand is cold even in the summer
The constellations traced in your soul have faded into scars
It’s not too late to fight the monsters of our minds
How far can you run before you’re lost?
So let me offer you a hand, though I haven’t the strength
To hold us both above the waters
But even so, let comfort rest on your shoulders
The world is still a beautiful place.
The shadows of the part have lingered long enough
So with a sigh, just let them go
Without these burdens weighing down your smile
You’re free to fly wherever pleases you.
And if you ever feel your old wounds aching
If you think you’ll soon be dragged under
I’ll offer you a helping hand for yours to hold
Even in the darkness, there will always be a light.