Hold my Hand by Hootie and The Blowfish

With a little love, and some tenderness

We'll walk upon the water
We'll rise above the mess
With a little peace, and some harmony
We'll take the world together
We'll take 'em by the hand


'Cause I got a hand for you
Oh, I want to run with you


Yesterday, I saw you standing there
Your head was down, your eyes were red
No comb had touched your hair
I said, get up, and let me see your smile
We'll take a walk together
Walk the road, awhile


'Cause I got a hand for you
I got a hand for you
'Cause I want to run with you
Won't you let me run with you, yeah?


Hold my hand, I want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand, I'll take you to the place
Where you can be
Hold my hand, Anything you want to be
Because I want to love you
The best that, the best that i can


See, I was wasted, and I was wasting time
Till I thought about your problems
I thought about your crimes
Then I stood up, and then I screamed aloud
I don't want to be a part of your problems
Don't want to be part of your crowd, no


Hold my hand, I want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand, I'll take you to the promised land
Hold my hand, maybe we can't change the world but
I want to love you, the best that...
The best that I can


Let me walk with you..
I wanna love you the best that...
The best that I can. The best that I can.

Who Am I .....

my existence, albeit pitiable, evokes both compassion and contempt. the life cycle that i know of, is square. and i fall back into this particular set of  circumstance in short intervals.

this conceptual fear instigates emotional upheaval.

repeated exposure to this heightened but artificial feelings eroded any pre-existing self respect and selflessness, making me less susceptible to the intense apprehension of danger. i open myself, without adequate protection, to physical and emotional harm. imploring for an overwhelming damage and destruction. i long to be set physically free, to be released of this socially imposed constraints.

to settle for less, is an abomination.

i am,

the breeze before the monsoon

the woe before the screaming

the accumulation of the decomposed

the comfort before the apocalypse

a perfectly crafted quiet exterior that obscures an otherwise severe inner commotion. discard whatever staid notions of what you know or think you knowand then maybe, you will really know.

it probably is alot easier said than done, but i think the act or attempt is potentially noble.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be?You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

you must find a way to bend the light

and challenge the air

a way to dance in the dust

and honour the skies

a way to relish the clouds

and taste primary-coloured trouts

a way to preserve the mystery

and build bullet-proof walls

a way to listen to the wind

and eat without a sound

you must, above all,

find a way to ingratiate yourself with the follies of yesteryear

and savour it with a higher neutrality

all this you must.