Hold my hand
When the night expands
When the weight of the world
Breaks all my plans
Hold my hand
As the dark demands
As the echoes crawl
Through abandoned lands
Hold my hand
Where the fear withstands
Where the pulse of the past
Still reprimands
Hold my hand
While my soul remands
Every bruise I buried
In shifting sands
Hold my hand
Let the warmth command
Every trembling truth
My heart disbands
Hold my hand
And the world unbands
Your touch pulls light
From the shadowlands
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