Just Hold Me
Not many have ever known,
And if I tell--who would believe?
There's nothing I can call my own,
Not even the things I have achieved.
It's always better that way,
All that is aching inside,
It's better for it to stay--
Covered up with hurts pride.
All in good time,
I will open the gate,
Of this little heart of mine,
In a moment of fate.
for a soul that's been torn,
And a heart controlled by other,
There's not much you can do,
But to hold me in your arms--
My Dearest Mother.
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