I hold my own hand at night,
When the stars are out and gone is the sunlight.
I cry quietly with no arms to hold me,
Just a little comfort may be all I need.
I hold my own hand when there's no one who understands,
Because I know even if I try no one can.
In the darkest hour it becomes overwhelming,
The thoughts and feelings, they're what drown me.
I hold my own hand,
When no one else can.
Why not be my own hero,
Before I fall below zero?
I hold my own hand through the wreckage of my own storm,
But from that is where love was formed.
Remembering all this came from something beautiful and worth living for,