A Hand

My friend, won’t you try to understand?

Will you help me walk this path?

Will you stop, reach out a hand?

 

I’m in the aftermath

I cannot walk alone

And though I may look strong

So much sorrow, I have known.

 

It’s love’s true wrath I’ve seen

And now I must come clean

I have a foolish heart

It’s been with me from the start.

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