Hands
I know in my heart,
The difference between,
What’s wrong and what’s right,
But it doesn’t stop the fight,
When I see in my dreams,
What I’m looking for,
I’m willing to go,
And fight that fight,
To find what it is,
That my heart desires,
My dreams are far and few,
But when I do,
They are always,
Of you,
I want to help you,
Overcome the pain,
Help you to understand,
The touch you’ve,
Brought to my hand,
The moment of which,
You brought hope,
To my life,
And helped me,
To understand,
What comes and goes,
From either hands!
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