A Hand To Hold
When drums go moving mad
Crazy steps because the vogue
When my heart loses its flame
Will your love drive out the chills?
Rhythm keep the heart aglow
Strong to face its daily tasks
If this torah begins to wane
Will you then show me the light?
There for me through vale and hill
When the heart is seared and sore
When joy sounds are fading fast
Will you then lend me a song?
This business of life is tough
With no friend to hold my hand
But with you in joy and pain
I see happy days ahead.
Copyright © Benjamin Mitchell | Year Posted 2011
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