I Held Your Hand

In the quiet of the night

I held your hand.

In the noise of the street

I held your head.

As others rushed by, their lives imposing on their brains

I held your heart.

As God seemed to abandon us in our scurry away from time

I held your very being.

It is often not thought of – those times of sacrifice and loathing

Who will be there to bide our time with us

To hold us close in every way

To hold our hand.

 

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