Give me your hand, my friend —
don’t fall, a reward awaits.
Give me your word, my friend,
don’t silence what your soul creates.
This wall of sunset’s glow
hasn’t shone for a long while, I know,
yet still we stand, although
our threadbare faith runs low.
We walk on dead leaves now,
from gardens once in beauty grown,
that fell from every bough…
But please don’t fall, don’t fall… don’t fall alone.
Give me your hand again —
a reward awaits us there,
as soon as we reach the end
of that eternal sunset’s air.
Give me your hand… your hand…
don’t fall, my friend — hold tight.
A reward awaits, and in the sky so clear and grand
a white letter will be written bright
by white clouds drifting slow,
and in the heaven’s trembling gleam
all of our names will float and flow,
and swim, and swim, and swim.
19.11.2025
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
Give me your hand, my friend —
don’t fall, a reward awaits.
Give me your word, my friend,
don’t silence what your soul creates.
This wall of sunset’s glow
hasn’t shone for a long while, I know,
yet still we stand, although
our threadbare faith runs low.
We walk on dead leaves now,
from gardens once in beauty grown,
that fell from every bough…
But please don’t fall, don’t fall… don’t fall alone.
Give me your hand again —
a reward awaits us there,
as soon as we reach the end
of that eternal sunset’s air.
Give me your hand… your hand…
don’t fall, my friend — hold tight.
A reward awaits, and in the sky so clear and grand
a white letter will be written bright
by white clouds drifting slow,
and in the heaven’s trembling gleam
all of our names will float and flow,
and swim, and swim, and swim.
19.11.2025
