By The Hand

He came to hold my hand,
From August round til now.
It doesn't have to mean too much,
We don't have to cry.

He brought with him the sunshine songs,
Guitar riffs plucked with calm.
Through gigs and movies, walks and bands,
His palm was in my palm.

He took me by the hand,
And he didn't let it go.
He took me through the changing months,
Allowed my battered heart to grow.

Here we are in March,
Strange snow is falling fast.
Now he's gone from by my side,
This was never meant to last?

But I'm grateful for the days,
The weeks, the months we'd never planned.
And I'm thankful to the man,
Who had me by the hand.