I long to take you by the hand
And walk with you through fields I’ve known.
I long to feel you by my side
When nights are cold and I’m alone.
I want to have you with me as
I visit places from my youth.
I want someone to understand,
And help me as I face the truth.
I need someone to share my dreams,
And listen to my hopes and fears.
I need someone to comfort me,
And when I cry, to dry my tears.
July 3, 1989
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