His Hand
By Night •
His hand in mine at ten years old
Friendship is blooming with more to hold
The seasons pass with leaves of color
His hand is still in mine, the friendship not smaller
Older and older we grow together
His hand still in mine, the relationship now further
Now we are all grown
But still his hands are in my own
He takes a chance and takes a knee
Before my eyes I see what was meant to be
From the very first time I held
his hand
I knew forever by his side I'd stand