The Hand's Touch

He walked down the street, alone and afraid
No one is around, but everyone is watching
Every steps, every moves, every breathe he makes
Watching, spying, watching and spying

He keep on walking, stumbling and falling
A whisper, a jest, surrounded him everywhere
Running and turning, where should he go
There are no path too clear to approach

"This way", "No, here, it's this way" whispered words
Chooses he did, but undecided he slipped
Anger burst forth, and clouded his thoughts
Nothing seems right, everything seems forced.

A hand touched him, lifting him up
Soft and gentle, comforting to the touch
Put forth a road, straight and clear
For him to continue his struggling path

Guided him, the hand, guided him true
Walked down the road, together they two
Obstacles came, obstacle pushed away
For the hand cared for him in so many way

Suddenly a storm came, strong and windy
The hand grips him hard, never give up
But he gave up, letting go thinking it won't last
If only he can see, that the winds are merely dust

Dust that blurred the eyes, dust that blind the sight
Dust that makes him see the bumpy road he left behind
The hand came to care, but he put a blind eye
For this is his path, and need not the hand's caring touch

The hand came again as he set forth on his path
Ignoring the hand, he pushed it away oh so quickly
The hand doesn't understand how he thinks
And slowly the hand turned into a mist.

He walked alone again, down the path the hand brought forth
Alone but not lonely as he slowly create his world
The road fills with trees and flowers and burst with life
And still the hand in misty form following out from his sight

Does he think of the hand, that guided him well?
Does he think of the hand, that loved him still?
Does he think of the hand, that cares for him?
Does he think of the hand, that still waits for him?

Written By: Ying