We Hold Each Other Through the Mountains
If I fall, I’ll hold your hand,
Through broken paths and shifting sand.
And if you push me through the mountain high,
I’ll steady you beneath the sky.
When storms arrive and lights grow dim,
We’ll rise together, limb by limb.
Not one alone, nor one in vain—
We’ll carry each other through joy and pain.
Copyright © Shomal Prabhashni Chandra | Year Posted 2026
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