Through It All (My Secret Sin)
Through the sand,
Through the fog, I got your hand
Through the sand
And through the fog, I have your hand
I claim to be a man
Yet in reality, I pray you grasp my hand
Hit a bump and stumble
Rely on triumph to stand humble
Days before nights
Nights after days, I firmly crumble
Through the blood, we wade through mud
Paddle through love
And shiver up after warm hugs
Most poets write about fallen leaves
And disassembled trees
At times friendships resemble fees
A lot of us write, but I’m like, okay
Pass the tragedies, what more can I say
From the caskets to the empty baskets
Why, How come
Why so many ask it
Winter is shrugs, Summer is hugs
And I guess Autumn is lonely doves
Scream and shout
However, you are forgiven for the profanity
That leaks toward your mouth
This person you see
Until the end is who I’mma be
Palm to palm
Be there for me until the storm is calmed
Deliver my pain and as it reigns
Grip my hand
Through the sand, through the fog
I got your hand
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