Hand

Holding out my hand

maybe you will take it

holding out my hand

and I will never stop it

I will never learn

and never I’ll give up

my resolve’s too strong

won’t accept that the door is shut

Maybe things can change

and maybe they can’t

I will just stay there

holding out my hand

And in my deepest soul

there is a hope

as big as a black hole

like a hopeless illusionist

I’m chasing times

when I think I’ll be happiest

The suffering is real

and suffering is strong

maybe we need to respect

our heart’s tongue

Maybe we need to be

strange and risky

maybe we need to be

bold and frisky

I will just stay there

holding out my hand

maybe you will take it

maybe our hearts will mend


(29.08.18)
 

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