(I like writing poetry but this ‘song’ has been running through my head for weeks so I thought I would put it down – a sort of lyrical poem. – ml)
If you are feeling lonely and forsaken,
walking on a flinty road,
like every mile is cutting through you,
icy winds upon your soul
And every moment lasts forever
a ticking clock with frigid hands,
You can turn that lonely corner
ring the bell and I’ll be there.
Hand in hand we’ll climb the mountain,
Hand in hand we’ll tame the sea,
Hand in hand we’ll have tomorrow,
Hand in hand just you and me.
When you look out from my window,
up and down the rainswept street,
through the gathering misty gloom,
you will see the people peering
inward to your light.
And your smile will slowly glimmer
like a beacon in the night
round the corner, out of sight.
Hand in hand we’ll climb the mountain,
Hand in hand we’ll tame the sea,
Hand in hand we’ll have tomorrow,
Hand in hand just you and me.
When the people come together,
marching strong along the road
the flints turn into Kentucky blue grass
the hours pass on pigeon wings
Fingers laced to one another
A thousand colours locked in a chain
There is nothing that can stop us
as hand in hand we will remain.
Hand in hand we’ll climb the mountain,
Hand in hand we’ll tame the sea,
Hand in hand we’ll have tomorrow,
Hand in hand just you and me.
ml’25
(original image from Pixabay)