Hold on to me, In my frail state, When the castles I built in the air come crashing down, And there is no dream to hold on to, No reason to live. Be the pillar I can lean on. The stem on which I grow. The hand I hold as I learn to walk again.
Hold on to me, Be that quiet still voice of reassurance, Holding my hands but saying nothing, As I be comforted by just your presence, Reminding me to keep my eyes on the light. Truth be told, sometimes I will just not have it in me. I will forget who I am. Have my back and be that shoulder I can lean on.
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