Through It All (My Secret Sin)

Through the sand, Through the fog, I got your hand Through the sand And through the fog, I have your hand I claim to be a man Yet in reality, I pray you grasp my hand Hit a bump and stumble Rely on triumph to stand humble Days before nights Nights after days, I firmly crumble Through the blood, we wade through mud Paddle through love And shiver up after warm hugs Most poets write about fallen leaves And disassembled trees At times friendships resemble fees A lot of us write, but I’m like, okay Pass the tragedies, what more can I say From the caskets to the empty baskets Why, How come Why so many ask it Winter is shrugs, Summer is hugs And I guess Autumn is lonely doves Scream and shout However, you are forgiven for the profanity That leaks toward your mouth This person you see Until the end is who I’mma be Palm to palm Be there for me until the storm is calmed Deliver my pain and as it reigns Grip my hand Through the sand, through the fog I got your hand