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Hold My Hand

It's so cold

This winter night

Huddled close

Out of sight

 Lying there 

On the cold hard floor

Of somebody's 

Forgotten home

Ironic isn't it?

How forgotten children

End up in forgotten places

With all their forgotten spaces

As their poor forgotten faces

Stained with tears, 

Wait around

To finally disappear

They can't be invisible

But It's basically what they do

Because out there

Are people like you

Who watch us walk

But never see us fall

Who hear us curse

But never hear us call

And I guess you'll never understand

That we're just scared children

And I need you 

To Hold My Hand