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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