“Hold my hand, you will be fine”
We’ve been told all of our lives
Like cotton wool beneath our feet
to watch ourselves
You can’t be telling
Underneath we’re all scared
You can’t help feeling
So many of us are unprepared
It’s in our books, but which do we read
We’ll chose what we need to believe
We’ll have stories upon stories
Where do we begin?
You can’t be telling
Underneath we’re all scared
You can’t help feeling
So many of us are unprepared
Could we be so brave
Without fear or shame
We have doubt without a doubt
We have what we have for now
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