She holds my hand

A hand to hold mine always,

To let me stay strong;

It makes me believe in myself

Accepting me, the way I am, to where I belong.

A heart, that would cry for me when I am sad,

Rarely shows its own tears;

It intends to make me determined and persevering,

That I must not break down or give up, it fears!

A hand that holds mine always, whether near or far-

that doesn't much applaud my actions, but reassures me;

If ever, my confidence shakes, O my friend,

You, as ever, vest your faith and confidence in me.