A Helping Hand To Hold

Written by: Clay Young jr.

A Helping Hand To Hold My mind is a blank When I contemplate her Learning to not think Yet my thoughts are astir Does she ever blink? Or does it occur She’s not so alone And her sadness just shrank Still, there aren’t words Or sole to move the weight of past Friendly hands help the stones to stir Free the river to flow fast Over time drops dissolve boulders Eroding the fears at last Looking ahead instead over shoulders Trust, the feeling we share You must, if you ever hope to repair I will, as long as we can stay fair I will, for you, for nothing can compare