Guiding Hand

Sitting alone on the cold ground
stormy clouds her only friend
soon someone takes her hand
leads her to a better place
wondering who this might be
scared they may leave her
alone again on the cold ground

the hand leads her to the woods
fear, darkness, pain
if this hand does love me so
why did it bring me here?
to this place of loss and sorrow
i've spent my life running from

this hand lead me through the shadows
helped me up when i fell
never leaving to venture out alone
staying always close enough to see
guiding with tender love and care
through screams, tears, and hollars

there was a light up ahead
so bright and so plain
when i looked down there was no hand
no support, no help, no friend
then i looked up to see a smile
the only friend i need

~missy~