Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Walk With Me, Hold My Hand
The day to day grind wears at my spirit. The tasks before me seem to swell instead of shrink. My hope for a better life fades with each day. It is my nature to see what is heavy and burdensome; to dwell on that which drags me down. Yet there is light in the gloom, a spark to illuminate my heart. Take a walk with me daddy, hold my hand. The night is dark and I am afraid, hold my hand. I need reassurance, hold my hand. I am growing older, I need you still, hold my hand. Life is short and will end all too soon, so walk with me and hold my hand.
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