Hands

Tell me your story I'll hold your hand. I promise to be gentle I do. You're feeling sick, you're feeling weird, you're worried. You can trust me. I'll hold you're hand. You trust me with you're life I hold that close to my soul. I have a moral duty, and it's you. I'll hold your hand. It's not my uniform and it's not my tools It's my advocacy for you. You're not another number, you're not another task You're a human with a heart.... And it's in mine to keep yours beating.