TAKE MY HAND

Where are the infinite stars to

Guide me home to my place with the gods?

 

They are no longer

She whispers.

Take my hand

And we'll skip merrily into

the meadows.

Your 9-5job, your pinstripe suit,

your liver,

it matters no more, my love.

Take my hand.

 

Where are the infinite

Flowers, so we can walk bare

footed all night long?

 

They are all dead

She weeps.

Take my hand

And we'll run blind scared

into the future.

Your family, your smiles,

your memories,

It matters no more, my love.

Take my hand.

 

Where are the infinite songs

to listen to as we pass across

to the other side?

 

They have been played,

She sings.

Take my hand

And we'll cross in silence

over to hell.

Your soul, your everlasting

soul,

It matters no more, my love.

Take my hand.