Poems of the lost

hold your hand

I can feel the disappointment flowing off you like waves
the deep deep blue crashing down on your face
and I'm drowning in my sorrows of
what I wish I could do I could do for you love

Oh my hearts beating louder than the thumb of the drum
of my mind turning cold turning dark going numb
and I can't imagine the weight of
all the pain all the pain all the pain you feel hon

but if it makes a difference
I'm not sure if it can
I still love you more
that the world will ever span

and if it makes a difference
I'm not sure if it can
I'll be there in the morning
to be the dam, the dam and the one to hold your hand