Hold My Hand 
by Roland Albertson
My love, please, won’t you stand 
Be strong now like I know you can 
I can’t, seem, to find my gun 
Must had put it down on the old tin [bad word] 
Don’t you think about now all the 
Bad things we have done 
We don’t have time to contemplate 
I think I see the sun
The sun, shines, on my back 
Spreading it’s love on this broken land 
My love, soon you will understand 
But right about you better hold my hand [bad word] me, these, men are bad 
Lie and deceive wherever they can 
You don’t, know, what I have seen 
Them killing someone at the factory 
Please don’t look behind us they might 
Notice if you turn 
We just might make it out of here 
Before this whole place burns
The sun, shines, on my back 
Spreading it’s love on this broken land 
My love, soon you will understand 
But right about now you better hold my hand
Hold my hand 
Hold my hand 
Hold my hand 
Hold my hand
Look out, see, past those trees 
Old Jim’s sittin’ with a bead on me 
We can’t, stand, and be seen 
I’m not giving up that easily 
But please just think about the time you 
Found me all alone 
I don’t think I could carry on 
If I was on my own
The sun, shines, on my back 
Spreading it’s love on this broken land 
My love, soon you will understand 
But right about now you better hold my hand
Hold my hand 
Hold my hand 
Hold my hand 
Hold my hand
Please now won’t you 
Won’t [bad word] now 
Please just hold my hand 
Hold my hand 
Hold my hand