Sat in the dark
Where someone grabs my hand,
As I ask and plea for truth.
As I pray for some sign,
Some hint that I'm going the right way,
A warmth in my palm.
As I shake and hide,
Someone holds me tight and takes me away,
From some imagined eyes.
As I'm lead from fear,
I unzip my coat and let it fall,
And step outside.
As I walk through the dark,
I see a single star ahead,
And walk towards it,
Away,
Escape,
Free,
With a hand in mine.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Sat in the dark
Where someone grabs my hand,
As I ask and plea for truth.
As I pray for some sign,
Some hint that I'm going the right way,
A warmth in my palm.
As I shake and hide,
Someone holds me tight and takes me away,
From some imagined eyes.
As I'm lead from fear,
I unzip my coat and let it fall,
And step outside.
As I walk through the dark,
I see a single star ahead,
And walk towards it,
Away,
Escape,
Free,
With a hand in mine.
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