Marchtwelve
Out Of Pocket
reaching out for the hand
that wonders to be there
minutes passing
and you're left hanging
hoping for that strong support
but hands remain
kept in pockets
*as you fall into empty ground
we stand by to cushion your fall
we will hear you when you call
and we'll be there
for life's lowest is real
your heart'll be kept up high
daily passin
thats what we're doing
and we'd be holding you dear
like pictures
kept in lockets
From Letras Mania