Lost

(For someone who made me feel special yesterday and probably didn’t even realise it. Thank you for that feeling anyway.)

Keep walking my friend
Through snowy hills
And slippery paths
Through pinecones
And harsh frost
Don’t fear, I won’t let you fall
When the time is right,
I’ll find your hand

Go forth into the busy streets
Full of vendors and perfumes
Be one with the crowd
Go watch the monkey dance
Fear not of being separated
Coz when it’s time to go home,
I’ll find your hand

Let not the dark silent lanes
Scare you
Walk fearless even with a blindfold
Splash through little puddles of rain
Sing under the stars
For when you feel truly lost, my friend
I’ll find your hand.