The light strains to find a bright that could match the gleam of your eye
The struggle remains in mine to turn away
Here we lay in the sand, the palm trees above block the sun, grasp your hand
The current cascading its waves to the land
We dream of contact
I start to speak, but my words get curbed the breath
Because my faulty tongue can’t twist word enough in this broken dialect
I’ll stand up to the world, alone I’ll make my stride
Cause I know we’re in this together
Your hand was meant for mine
The burn on your wrist means more than you know
It fights back the ghosts of my past, they point and they laugh at every step I take
But they’re not in this room, and I shudder to think
Of something as strong as the empathy, cause nothing means more to me
Than a night alone with you
When I look at my hands, all I see is a mess
A fist with a grudge attached to it, to every knuckle pressed
I’ll stand up to the world, alone I’ll make my stride
Cause I know we’re in this together
Your hand was meant for mine
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