others requested my death,
but you begged me to live,
when I'm alone in the dark,
afraid,
you bring the light,
like my salvation,
my savior,
all hope could stop on a dime,
but I know where you ll be,
because Ill be holding your hand,
beside me,
like the little children we always were,
swinging,
hands linked,
even when our paths veer away,
they link again,
like our dreams we made,
sitting in those closed classrooms,
thinking of better tomorrow's,
planning happy homes with smiles,
knowing they'd be true,
even if the homes in far away lands,
full of bombs and sweat,
but we both know itll work,
because, like the little children we are, our paths veer and link always.
