Hands

I haven't forgotten That I am just one person, That I am but one voice Attempting to stand out From the crowd. I remember That I have fallen Amidst the laughter That surrounds me, and that sometimes It gets too loud. I know That I can't sit here And expect my silence To evoke change Without reason. I can see That I don't know everything, That I can't expect My hand to be held Always. I can feel That time is slipping By me, that it Will be gone if I just Stand still. I have heard That there are a million Other voices that sound Like mine, that want also To be heard. I've been told That it's not enough to Wish for dreams, that I Have to work them Into reality. I know that I don't know All that I think I know. I know I won't see all of The places I wish to go. I know I'm not ready For all that the world demands, You don't have to always hold me, Just let me see your hands. I know That there's a lot That I won't understand, That you don't have all Of the answers. I haven't forgotten That I have to grow up And someday live without Your voice, your opinion-- Making my own decisions. I know that I don't know All that I think I know. I know that I may not see all Of the places I want to someday go. I know I'm not ready for everything That I won't always understand You don't have to always hold me But sometimes...Just let me touch your hand.