Hold my Hand

Hold my hand

Never let go

Dream of spring

And erase thoughts of the chilly winters and snow

Hold my hand

To never let go

Do not wait for a “good morrow”

There will be joy; there will be sorrow

Hold my hand

Never let go

Take the stand

Festoon the highs; console the lows

Hold my hand

But, Where are you?

Take my hand

But…I can’t find you…

You became the winter

You became the sorrow

You chose the “lows”

For me to glow…

I stand alone now, with arms wide open

To sing for you, steady yet broken-

A song of spring 

A song of a “good morrow”

A song that no one can sing

Because you left it for me, and blessed me with a pleasant tomorrow…