William James

Rookie (1842_1910 / New York City, New York)

Hand In Hand

Hand in hand
write in the sand
what you feel
Did time heal
all the wounds
How many moons
must eclipse
before your lips
are warm not cold
from lies once told
I give my heart
to play the part
to dry your tears
and chase the fears
til we go on
hand in hand.

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