• A Hand to hold mine
    To Keep me safe
    From this everlasting oblivion
    Even though I'd rather
    Stand up on my own
    Can I really handle this all alone
    Is my independence
    Worth the little sanity
    I have left
    I should hope not
    More importantly I hope
    That out there somewhere
    There is someone waiting patiently
    To grasp my hand in theirs
    And lead me down
    This horrid path of nightmares.