There is a stranger
Before me
Pleading for me
To take his hand
To trust him
Is to tempt fate
How can I be sure?
How do I know?
Should I walk away?
Or do I take his hand?
He seems to be sure
And he smiles at me
I can only look
But can I touch?
Is it fair
To let myself go?
Should I agree?
Should I take his hand?
Should I follow him
And take his hand?
He seems to know so much
More about me than I know
He seems to know
But do I?