I always looked for a hand to hold,
to see through the eyes;
to go face my fear.
I looked for a shadow that always looked at me.
...
- given if happiness exists, yes
Oh human of rough times
Why being bad to self
...
Forever Friend.
I always looked for a hand to hold,
to see through the eyes;
to go face my fear.
I looked for a shadow that always looked at me.
Never wanted to share my life's secrets this hard;
Yet I yearned for someone who's see-through.
Someone who blends like the waters that flowed.
That flowed through the sea like the shades of my life.
I was all onto myself
but I was told not to.
Is that even right not to even think of self?
Doubt always stood by me but not a friend to share and cry with.
Now I see a hand to hold, a smile to share;
an eye to see me.
It was sharp and smooth as a mirror.
I see my self and I find it happy.
When I look behind,
I saw my shade and again I saw you were there with me. I see I did a lot, alone.
It was hard but never a thing to go down.
I saw the colours then,
grey and pale but now I see them bright and sharp.
It's time to go beyond what I am, 'cause I don't want to see them pale anymore.
I have you hence they are blazing and I see you forever, holding my hands! !