hold my hand
all is not lost
for love in the binding fluid
that flows through
us
into the vastness
we call life
each teardrop of dew
each memory forsaken
is never wasted
even the heavy clay boot
of men marching towards
us
ruthless
sod
we are still one
holding on
to the world
our mother
as she spins
us out of time
seemingly casting us
out
as nets
to catch the rain
were there is love
there is hope
where there is love
there is strength
where there is love
there is life
where there is love
there is reason
hold my hand
through the stormy sea
healing will come
when the sorrow is done
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