Hold On

You're something I hold on to 

But I'm not quite sure 

What to make sense of you 

No you're not a cactus 

You have no pricks 

You do not make me bleed 

No you're not a hot iron rod 

You have no burning sensation 

You do not hurt me 

You're something I hold on to 

I'm sure of what you are not 

But I'm not quite sure  

What to make sense of you 

You feel cool but I hope 

I hope you're not an ice cube 

That melts in the warmth of my palm 

You feel rough but I hope 

I hope you're not grains of sand 

That slip away through my fingers quietly 

You're something I hold on to 

I'm sure of what you are not

But I'm not quite sure 

What to make sense of you yet

But I hope and I hope 

You'll stay, please stay 

Give me some time and I promise

One day
You will all make sense