Memories seem to hide here,
In my mind, laughing and giving a sneer.
Hurting and discouraging me,
I fall deeper; I can’t break free.

I climb as high as I can go,
In my mind I’m running to and fro.
How much longer can I run?
I know I tire, I feel like a ton.

Heavy and weak with sadness,
I feel remorse and feel the madness.
My mind shows myself in a state,
I’m half crazy; I want to escape my fate.

I reach the end of what I fear,
Along my cheek I feel a tear.
No one to save me, no one to help me,
No one at all; strange, how can it be?

No needs to know how, only that it is,
I go, but a hand grabs me, it does not miss.
It hauls me back away from my sadness,
I am free of my fear even if a mess.

Where the hand has gone, I don’t know,
I only know that when I need it, I’ll not feel low.
It will help me up again, like before,
There is nothing else that I need more.

A friend, the hand, will always save me,
When I’m low and longing to be free.
They will be there I just know it,
In my heart; they will always sit.