Can I hold your hand?
Face it like a man?
Whether up or down?
I shape into your hiding bloom
Your heart is still like a cocoon
You heal me back just like the moon
A paper bandage in a growing gloom
My skin has shades of loss
My courage lacked is finally lost
Now what have I got?
Can I hold your hand?
Face it like a man?
Whether up and down?
I shape into a silent dream
Your heart lit up in front of me
They talk of ‘man’ but you can see
What bravery is without a violent streak
My skin has shades of you
The courage lacked I finally grew
Look what you helped me do
Can I hold your hand?
Face it like a man?
Whether up and down?
