I’ve been traipsing thru this field
of mines all day long
stepping gingerly
prolonging the inevitable blast.
will you take my hand
or am I alone?
will you walk this dark land
or am I alone?
I remember that promise you made
when I was in a field of yellow flowers.
does it still hold true in the vast
here where I can’t see you standing?
please take my hand again
I don’t want to be alone.
I can’t see the end to this dark land
and I don’t want to be alone.
I sometimes forget what it’s like
to be in your hand.
I forget that it’s mine for the asking
but I’m too afraid of the blast.
with my hand in yours
I cannot be alone
I can see light in this dark land
and I will not be alone.
