I only have my hand to offer you,
as simple as that may seem.
I have no smiles to offer you
nor any tears
nor any comforting words.
Only my human hand.
But maybe that is enough?
Perhaps I can walk in front of you as you hold my hand?
Perhaps I can guide the way?
And if you fall and get hurt,
I will use this hand to pick you up
as many times as needed.
I don't have anything else but this hand,
but I can promise you
that it will hold on to yours forever.
Until death does us apart.
