I reach out for another hole to secure my grip
To pul myself through the troubles
To pull myself through the pain.
As I reach out, I slip and I fall.
You are there, holding me.
Pushing me back up where I was.
I can’t do this, I think, but ohh I can.
I can do it.
I grasp the hand hole again, my palms sweaty
Full of sweat from wonder what will happen – the uncertainity
I wipe my forehead and look back down
You smile up and me with that angel face of yours.
I know you are there
I know I can trust you.
You firmly hold me up
I do not have a harness, nor do I need one
‘Cause I know you’ll always right there
Always behind me.
