My friend seems to always be there to hold me by the hand when I most need it. It’s been years now and he’s never left my side. He moved away for a few years but he was still there, holding my hand even at a distance.
Sometimes we don’t even realize we need a hand to lead us, to help us along and through when we can’t walk alone. A helping hand will substitute the strength we don’t have at the time.
Hold me by the hand tight, even when I may think I can go it alone. More often than not, I’m wrong. Stand by me, friend, and I will try to hold your hand too when you lag behind. I will lead when you can’t find it in you to move on, just as you lead me when I’m weak.