Letters From The Heart

Hold My Own Hand

I hold my own hand at night,
When the stars are out and gone is the sunlight.

I cry quietly with no arms to hold me,
Just a little comfort may be all I need. 

I hold my own hand when there's no one who understands,
Because I know even if I try no one can.

In the darkest hour it becomes overwhelming,
The thoughts and feelings, they're what drown me.

I hold my own hand,
When no one else can.

Why not be my own hero,
Before I fall below zero?

I hold my own hand through the wreckage of my own storm,
But from that is where love was formed.

Remembering all this came from something beautiful and worth living for,