When you were a child
I held your hand.
Before you grew up
I let it go.
I let the distance
Grow between us,
And now I don't know
How to cross it -
Yet, I won't hesitate to be
There if you need me.
Maybe we should both
Need each other
A little more often.
And maybe
Just maybe
Buried deep down inside the man
Is that little boy.
So give me your hand
We'll bridge the distance.
While we wait out the storm,
Let's pray for the sun.
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