Some days
I can’t even trust myself
Hold my hand
I’ll walk with you, my dear
There’s an old voice in my head
that’s holding me back
Well, tell her that I miss
our little talks
We used to play outside
when we were young
And full of life
and full of love
Some days I don’t know
if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry
our bodies safe to shore
Inhabit Your Story 
Good music and very good poetry. Thank you.