Hands cupped,
fingers laced,
and palms sweaty.

Lead me forward,
be my eyes,
because I am too tired to open my own.

Carry my baggage,
and I'll carry yours,
under my eyes where all the other luggage is kept.

Wake me when we get there,
you build the fire,
I'll keep you warm.

You rest your head,
I'll feed the flames that keep the monsters at bay,
and tomorrow I'll take your hand,
and be your eyes.