And never give it back again.
And keep it for my own
And in world
Where no one understands
I'll take my outstretched hand
And offer it, to anyone
Who comes along
And tells me he's in need of love
In need of hope
Or maybe just a friend.
Perhaps in time,
I'll even share my sun
With that new anyone
To whom I gave my hand.
Perhaps in time,
I'll even share my sun
With that new anyone
To whom I gave my hand.
