Hold my hand and talk to me
I’ll listen and laugh
and wipe away your tears.
The sound of your voice when
you tell anecdotes
your hopes, your fears.
You catch me on one of my good days
Rain has stopped, the scent hangs in the
air
Would you love me still in the autumn;
would you love me when I’m not there?
Hold my hand and talk to me
sing me some praises
give me some strength
I’m not half the man that I should be
not even a fraction
not even one-tenth.
I catch you as you’re about to fall
into a wintry, wind-stricken night
The stars are there, behind the clouds
They whisper: it’s alright.