If I painted a picture of my heart,
You’d see that it’s in a very sorry state:
All battle-torn, twisted, bruised and scarred.
I don’t need you to heal me;
I just want you to hold me.

There is a showdown between fear and love.
Space is tight and can barely hold the weight
Of all the tears, sweat and pain from above.
I don’t need you to heal me;
I just want you to hold me.

If I painted a picture of my soul,
You may see that it’s neither young nor old
Yet incessantly striving to some goal.
I don’t need you to save me;
I just want you to hold me.

There may be an answer to what I seek.
But no fountain of youth nor mountain of gold
Can give strength to what has always been weak.
I don’t need you to save me;
I just want you to hold me.

Next time you gaze upon my countenance
I hope you will understand and have patience.
For beyond this assured appearance,
I don’t need you to see me;
I just want you to hold me.

We are both the child and the parent
Just beings recycled from the same substance.
Since you and I are not so different,
I don’t need you to see me;
I just want you to hold me.

So let us laugh, sing and breathe together.
Sometimes we might cry, shout and break down as well.
No emotion will go on forever,
But if you come and hold me,
At least I will feel better.