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.

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