Will you hold my hand?
The world is spinning too fast to stand
Without a rock to cling to.
Will you hold my heart?
I'm worried if someone won't help I'll start
Losing pieces along the way.
Hold me close and hold me tight,
Being safe and warm feels so right,
Except... I still need room to breath.
If you hold my heart so tight in your hand
The pieces will sift through your fingers like sand
And you'll lose it forever.
Will you let me go?
I see now that a rock can never move or grow
with me, so I've changed my mind.
Even if that means a free fall.
Who knows, maybe I'll fly?
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