Helping Hand
I see the dark behind me, the light stands before me.no ones in my way but i see
people walking astray. So many faces lost there way i dedicated myself to stop
there stray.I tell them to hold on tight, they look at me but do not fight.Then we
hold hands and we start walking.no one can stop us from talking.keep walking.
Copyright © Patrick Clark | Year Posted 2011
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