Hold My Hand

 

Hold my hand.

Squeeze it tight as we waltz through the night.

Tell me about your life and I’ll tell you about mine…

 

 

You need not say a word,

If you’re not inclined to…

Just sit with me, be with me.

If you want you can cry too,

And I’ll do my best to make you smile,

Like you use to…

 

Would you do it too?

Make me laugh again?

 

It’s fine if you won’t.

But at the very least,

Wouldn't it be grand?

If you’d just hold my hand….

 

 

 

 

 

 

*DISCLAIMER: I wrote this many years ago...