Inner child holding hands
with yours.
Telling you that it will all
be okay…
It will all be okay,
It will all be okay,
It will all be okay
Inner child holding hands
with yours.
Telling you that it will all
be okay.
It will,
It will
Even though I know you
you can’t say the same.
Even though I can barely
feel my fingers through
all of this pain.
My decision remains.
I try to distract you with
“Let’s play a game”.
You agree to just not
feel any shame.
Inner child holding hands
with yours.
Telling you that it will all
be okay…
It will all be okay,
It will all be okay,
It will all be okay
Inner child holding hands
with yours.
Telling you that it will all
be okay.
It will,
It will
Hands sweaty so you
separate to wipe it all away.
Then you lose yourself
and spend the day trying
to find your way.
Find your way.
Find your way back to
the unfinished game.
You say you are ready
to play.
But years have passed
since we shared the
same space.
We couldn’t keep the
same pace in our
dark place.
Inner child holding hands
with yours.
Telling you that it will all
be okay…
It will all be okay,
It will all be okay,
It will all be okay