Grab my hand

 Take a step
Don't be afraid
To make mistakes
I'll take your hand
I'll be right there
Oh dear, grab my hand
And don't you be scared
When the night is at it's darkest
When the daylight refuses to come
I'll be there with you darling
Even if you'd like to run
Run away from it all
Live in a different place
Take a step forward
Fall
But don't be afraid
Grab my hand, oh my dear
Take my arm and we'll be safe
Frightened as you are, you fear
Your inner darkness and rage
You cry and cry with no avail
Your mourning for the person you have lost
It hurts me deeply that I can't help
Because let me you simply won't
Grab my hand and take it slow
Step by step I'll be there
All the way and through the road
With you I'll always remain fair
Tear your heart apart and build anew
Whatever you need I will provide
Oh my darling, I love you
Please there's no need to hide
Come out from that corner and we'll move forwards
We'll face the darkness that's to come
But oh my sweet we'll do it together
For this is the time when we shan't run
Oh I rue the day when we are brave
But for now we can just act
We are both good at acting
We're both great at that
So grab my hand my precious
And let us fly away
I'll take you to the stars
And right back that way
Just grab my hand, and trust in me
I'll make sure we end up far
Or we can stay as well stay near
Just name what you'd like to do
Name whatever you think you need
And I will try and make it so

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