Help Me Hold On
Emily Arthur © 2005
The trees are speaking softly
The wind utters my name
In the distance I see myself
Subdued by harmony but filled with shame
Here I stand, waiting for the answer
To a question I have forever known
What have I done to feel alone?
The leaves drift to my feet
Death is a distant memory
The breeze whispers sweetly
It kisses my lips so gently
The rain drops in secrecy
The river flows with spirit
But I can barely hear it
This world is a mystery to me
I look to my surroundings
I beg for them to answer me
Please just speak to me
And the trees start gossiping
Rumors fly left and right
So much to catch and hold tight
This dream is ending
Help me hold on
In the distance I see myself
In my hand a cross dripping red
I sink to my knees
And bow to the remedy