The trap door opens and I begin to fall, u grab my hand,and tell me ill be ok if i just stand tall. I feel I'm spiralling out of control,u grab my hand,and I feel whole. As the mist sets in and I can't see a way through,you grab my hand,and I have a clear view. My days go dark as a winters night,you grab my hand,and my day turns bright. I close the door and lock myself away,you grab my hand,and we go out to play. I close my eyes and feel you close by,you grab my hand,but how, when your in the sky?

Sent by Danny and Sammy on 08/03/2012