I cannot tell you the things I feel about
or how funny the joke was on the radio
or how I got lost and still found my way out of an unfamiliar place,
I cannot tell you the joy which to me the sunset brings
and the glimmer of each dotted star on a clear sky
and the breeze of the wind from the shoreline,
For I know
they won’t change a thing
whatever your mind thinks
or the way you feel,
But would you help me in this task?
Only this little favor of mine,
hoping it won’t take up too much of your time:
Hold on.
No matter how hard it is for you.
Do not lose your fingers, slipping one by one from gripping that single string of hope.
Hold on.
You may not see it now, or tomorrow, or the coming days,
but like a caterpillar in its cocoon, eventually a butterfly will come out,
there will come a time,
the end to all the sufferings, heartache and pain.
Hold on.
I’m reaching you my hand, you can hold it,
any way you want,
on your own terms, I won’t mind.
Just hold on.
with you I will stay,
trust me darling, i will
till we both see the light
at the end of the tunnel.
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