Thursday, August 19, 2004

A hand to hold on

Take my hand
Feel it move
Feel your hand
Feel it move
For in this moment may this hand be yours
Yours to hold

Outstretched my hand is.
Handed over to yours.
To mould to roll.
This hand is not of my control
For in this eternity that is one short moment
It is yours

Be sure that it
Will always be there.
Time has no bearing.
It will not move
For it will always be there for your moment
To hold in your own

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