Reaching Out

Like some new champion with a handkerchief in hand
I keep the artifacts held tight to me
Though they may change through time
In shades of loving light
On the leafy floor, I still take them out sometimes

Always thinking, “Oh, the things that I would do!”
But Brother, Sister, oh, the frightened one is you
You can give up that feeling that fills your heart
I’m reaching out to be made new