Holding Hands Cover

I feel my thoughts are torn asunder

Awash with rain and distant thunder

But filled with warmth and golden summer

When you hold my hand

Like a skipping stone not going under

A simple smile the Seventh wonder

The given grace we both encumber

When you hold my hand

Being woken from a peaceful slumber

Knowing you’re my magic number

Protected from the empty tundra

When you hold my hand

So in weather I reach out to you

In rain or hail I will be true

We have the strength to see it through

Because I held your hand too