how does good go to bad/ how does amazing go to miserable/ how does happy go to sad/ in these trials of our lives/ everything can change in the blink of an eye/ whether it putting us at the top of the world/ or hanging us out to dry/ standing around waiting to die/ how do we step out of line and choose to decide/ decide how to get up after we fall/ and breaks these chains of depression/ that eventually shackle us all/
take my hand/ take my hand/ until this anger subsides/ take my hand/ take my hand/ let me be your guide/ until this pain becomes nothing more than receding tide
bravery can soon be overtaken/ suffocated by mass amounts of fear/ laughter will surely drown/ in the wake of all these tears/ i wish i could take your pain/ take it all away/ i wish i could wipe your eyes/ and tell you it will be alright/ i wish i could cut these chains that bind you/ and hold you through the night
take my hand/ take my hand/ until this anger subsides/ take my hand/ take my hand/ let me be your guide/ until this pain becomes nothing more than receding tide
everyone hurts/ everyone falls/ dont loosen your grip and succumb to it all/ eventually wounds heal/ scars become marks of the past/ pain is not forever/ pain does not last/ this pain is nothing more than a receeding tide/ you have to wait it out/ until this land becomes dry/ dont let this pain carry you out to sea
take my hand/ take my hand/ until this anger subsides/ take my hand/ take my hand/ let me be your guide/ until this pain becomes nothing more than receding tide
your bound to get wet but at least you wont die
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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