Bouquet of Dandelions
Thick as the coat of an arctic fox
Weathering elements and bleeding hearts
If ever your desert should be void of sand
Too young to remember too small in size
Developing armor for a grand disguise
Crossing the road should your arm extend
I'll hold your hand
Na na na na
Na na na na
The years blur the lines and paths we made
Innocent eyes for a scowl we trade
If age 89 I reach and I still can
I'll hold your hand
Na na na na
Na na na na
I'll hold your hand
I'll hold your hand
Writer/s: Jack Alacka
