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