Caught By The Hand

There is a place I have come to know
Where grief and anger tend to grow
I know well how to reach this place
While venturing though, I leave no trace
 
But many before me too have found
This path I walk, and in it drowned
For this path is rather misleading
One wrong turn, it's death you're meeting
 
But as I ventured along the way
Night crawled in and gone was day
I couldn't see and quickly tripped
As I sank, my hand was gripped
 
The grip grew stronger and before I knew
I was out of that pit, they pulled me through
But before I could turn to see their face
They were already gone; they left no trace
 
From that day on, I followed the trail
Safe and secure, I would not again fail
I gave an example, I led the way
A brand new me was born that day