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Aug 2015
I feel the grasp of the world.
It’s feeling strong and cold.
And I see the fate of all.
Being drained from the young and the old.
I keep praying for the end.
But I know none will ever come.
I know I will be alone.
Before it’s all said and done.
So, lend me a hand.
And save me from this distant place.
Lend me a hand.
Help me in saving face.
Please rescue me my friend, and when the world is at its end,
Lend me a…

I witness the war for it all.
It is rapidly spinning out of control.
I see the helpless martyrs,
Just sacrificing their souls.
All the little families and all the little people.
Not knowing what to do.
Because when it comes to fighters,
There are none left who are true.

So, lend me a hand.
And save me from this distant place.
Lend me a hand.
Help me in saving…
Face to face with losing control.
No one knows anymore.
How to fight or how to win.
We’ll never see the sun again.
All we need is a helping hand.
When will this,
Ever,
End?

So, just lend me a hand.
And save me from this ******* distant place.
Please, my friend, lend me a hand.
Help me in saving my own face.
Please rescue me my friend, and when the world is at its end,
Lend me a helping,
A steady,
A calming,
A ruling,
Lend me a hand.

I feel the grasp of the world.
It’s just so strong and cold.
It's just so strong and co-oh-old.
Nick Moser
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Nick Moser  Greenville, SC
(Greenville, SC)   
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