Take my hand,
If you feel lost
In the midst of the deep blue sea,
Maybe in the tall, strong trees of the forest,
Or from the angry scowls thrown by another,
Or maybe from the drowning words of his.
Just take my hand.
Is going to be just fine.
Will be all right.
Weeping and mourning at night,
Painful screams telling you that you’re worthless.
Sweet lullabies and soft voices
To let you have a good sleep that you’ve been longing for.
Don’t have to be scared