I May Not Be A Seamstress, But I'll Give It My Best

Take my hand,
hold tight,
hold fast.

Move your feet with mine,
move your feet with time.

Close your eyes,
do you trust in me?
Can't you at least pretend you believe in me?

So many doubts fill your empty mind,
so many shadows left in your empty bed.
Life's left you wounded
and has given me the sutures.

But with no practice,
hardly any patience
I'll do my best to thread the needle,
stick it through, pull it through
to help you make it through.