TAKE MY HAND

THE CLOUDS ARE DRAWING CLOSER,


AND THE SKY’S TURNING GRAY,

THE FUTURE STORM SCARES ME-

A TINY GIRL OF TWO,

AND A VOICE I HEAR-FAMILIAR AND WARM,

TAKE MY HAND CHILD, I’LL WALK WITH YOU,



THE CROWD’S NEW,

AND MY STEPS UNCERTAIN,

I’M NEW HERE AND I DON’T BELONG,

I WANT TO TURN BACK

AND NEVER COME HERE AGAIN,

BUT THE GRIP ON MY HAND IS FIRM,

TAKE MY HAND CHILD, THERE WON’T BE ANY PAIN.



THE SANDS OF TIME HAVE SINCE FLOWN PAST

THE HANDS OF THE CLOCKS HAVE TICKED

AND HERE WE ARE AGAIN.

PEOPLE TODAY TELL ME REMARKABLY LIKE YOU ,

IT MAKES ME BEAM WITH PRIDE,

IT’S ALL SO TRUE.

TAKE MY HAND ,GRANDFATHER

WE’LL WALK THE EXTRA MILE

AND DO ALL THE FUN THINGS

WE DID WHEN I WAS A CHILD.

SO,DON’T YOU WORRY ABOUT ME,

DON’T YOU EVER FRET,

I’M GROWING UP GRANDFATHER,

JUST YOU WAIT ,YET.