I Will Hold Your Hand
February the month after the one before
Needs and wants have grown some more
They say you're a poor planner; you dream small
How must you fathom standing straight and tall
To claim ones birth-right is fair game
You too, will surely reclaim your fame
At the work-bench, your nose to the grind
Caring not whether others mind
Walk with me on the steep road, if you will
The breakthrough is just over the hill
I am a Coach and Mentor; always here
I will hold your hand; help you lose your fear
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