Take my hand we’ll hide away, so that we may go slow too.
In search for peace from the truth, the divine may hide.
Stretching out like cold hand to the sun.
In search of my best friend, oh how we became so different.
Her favor is a challenge, full of fortune that I long for.
I shall stalk the fight, if only you would swim to shore.
Shame on me for having no worth to you.
This isn’t like a three year-old caught red-handed, this is a torn passion.
So take my hand so I can hold myself high.
In search of truth and worth.