Hand in Hand.


As we walk hand in hand,
Through the fields,
Your hand feels so cold,
And your skin is so pale.

In the moonlight,
Your eyes are so black,
No smile on your face,
Just emptiness.

As we arrive to the river,
There is a boat,
Waiting for me,
To the final
destination.

You let me go,
I’m all alone,
So frightened,
So scared.

No more hand’s to keep,
Only fear to feel,
No one near,
Time to go...


San. Mikael Penttinen