Wallingford

What I need is a hand that will hold on
Reaching out and not letting go
Many times I find I am let down
By the ones, who keep me close
Are you kept then told like a secret?
Do you find that you’re kept in the dark?
Calling out but your voice is an echo
No words come back, but your own
As a whole
Free to fly but your wings haven’t grown yet
Many windows in the house
Please tell us what concerns you
Not to help, but to look the part
Anxiously awaiting your arrival
You look like you could use a rest
Overwhelmed by all the excitement
Better friends to take your place
As a whole
As a whole
As a whole
As a whole