Take my hand, As we roll down the hills of melancholy As we emerge from the ocean of uncertainty As we run from the monsters of misery As we exhale the oxides of evil As we burn the remaining ashes of fear
Take my hand, As we travel to the continents of curiosity As we bite into the oozing deliciousness of joy As we stay afloat on the clouds of comfort As we fall into a deep slumber of silence As we build a house out of these little bricks of strength (and patience)