Hold My hand

I don't know if I can stand,

Don't have the strength to go on.

Will you hold my hand?


My head is high, yes,

But my spirit so low.

Will you hold my hand?


I stand with the world

Thrown upon my shoulders,

Will you hold my hand?


Because there

Is where I can fly.

That place where it's just you and I.

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