Hands held in the dark
The clock has ticked and tocked again, To bring another day, So to the office now I go, To work these hours of light. There I know I'll miss a boy, Who's had to stay away, Because it's not as bright for him, But cold and dark as night. I'd light another sun to help, If I could find a way, But I'm no god; a mere man, I've no such mystic might. I can but hold him in my heart, Where he'll always stay, And know, deep down, his hand's in mine, There grasped forever tight.