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