Hold my hand

Hold my hand

Lead the way

I am a stranger

To the practice of friendship

When so much has been lost

Freely given

There comes a time

When the cupboard is bare

Stripped of all that once was

Rarely measured

Overflowing, bubbling

A cataract of goodwill

Filled to the brim

With the bounty of love

Bound by

The beauty of a pure heart

Now in short supply

The reservoir all but dry

The foundations undermined

By a shift in time

My strength

Of purpose all but leaked away

Am I now stretched out

In the dark

Before you parched

A sun dried

Saggy old sack with

A sorry tale to tell

Of lost love and hardship

Is that enough

To seek company

In a band of strangers

In what might be a late revival

With timely support

There is a little hope

Rehabilitation

Will realign

My belief in

Trust and love

As the only purpose

Of survival