Through desperate times
During all my crying
Through petty crimes
During all the lying

Your hand is there
In every waking minute
With loving care
And never finished

The phone calls
The trip-and-falls
The empty halls
And rock-hard walls

The walls which stand forever tall
Built of unbreakable stone feelings
Have so long yet to fall
Piece by piece in peelings

If with my hand
I could knock them away
As if they're made of sand
Oh how I wish to see these walls sway

But through desperate times
During all my crying
Through petty crimes
During all the lying

Your hand is there
With loving care
Moving through my hair
Into my eyes you stare