Within me I wait
for a hand that will hold
and not push down

for the words to support
and not tear through

for the storms to pass
and the weight be undone

for though the work be mine
who really stands alone
for though the work be mine
who hears not what surrounds

It is hard sometimes
to within me not forget
what is within me to know
what is within me to be

It is hard sometimes
to within me to see
which is the hand that will hold
which is the one that pushed down

for though the work be mine
do we not among each other live
for though the work be mine
the work is done not alone

Within me I am
waiting to be
for a hand that will hold
and not push down

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