Hold My Hand

Lyrics by Miss Smiley


Verse 1:
I’m not asking for your tears
Don’t want you all upset
I don’t want to drag you down at all.
I don’t need a pool of salt
Or shouts of justice spent
I just want you to catch me when I fall.

Verse 2:
I don’t mean to be a nuisance
I don’t want to be a pest
But, baby, I just need someone to know.
Darling, I don’t want to make you
Lose one moment here
But honey, I just need a hand to hold.

CHORUS:
Hold my hand, guide me through tonight
‘Cause I just don’t know where I am and which light is my light
Baby, I’ve lost the eternal struggle here against my fright
And all I want is you to hear my plight
I’m sorry, honey, but tonight in your arms I’m going to fold,
Baby, I just need a hand to hold.

Verse 3:
I don’t want to drown your hopes
Or rain on your parade
I’d never want to drag you down as well.
But what I need is someone who
Will fold me in their arms
And let me maybe dampen their lapels.

Verse 4:
I’m sorry, my love, my love
After this, I’ll leave you be
I don’t mean to hamper you, my man.
But oh, my love, I need you now
To hold me in your arms
And if it’s not too much, to hold my hand.

CHORUS:
Hold my hand, guide me through tonight
‘Cause I just don’t know where I am and which light is my light
Baby, I’ve lost the eternal struggle here against my fright
And all I want is you to hear my plight
I’m sorry, honey, but tonight in your arms I’m going to fold,
Baby, I just need a hand to hold.

Verse 5:
And it’s so hard to see the light when darkness crowds around
Darling, do you have a torch to burn the shadows’ ground?
Can I steal one ounce of life from you to kindle mine again?
I’m so scared and mine’s blown out, my friend.
Yes, I’m terrified and mine’s blown out, my friend.

CHORUS:
Hold my hand, guide me through tonight
‘Cause I just don’t know where I am and which light is my light
Baby, I’ve lost the eternal struggle here against my fright
And all I want is you to hear my plight
I’m sorry, honey, but tonight in your arms I’m going to fold,
Baby, I just need a hand to hold.


Although it was written some time ago, the charm and appeal of Miss Smiley’s lyrical ballad has never faded. Hold My Hand, for those with musical ears, should be sung 4/4 in a minor key – preferably E minor – and is a regular, slowly sung ballad featuring a natural rhythm. But for those, like me, who are a little tone-deaf, it’s a beautiful ballad nevertheless. If you enjoyed Miss Smiley’s lyrics, why not check out her musical ensemble, “The Laurel”. 

Featured Image CC // Chris JL

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I Walk These Streets

Written by Fuzzyears

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It’s a hard slog, at times. Image // Momper Mountainous Landscape (Commons)

I walk these streets most everyday
And all the people look the same
In a world filled with rage
Show me anger
Fierce fists clutching onto air

Well they cut me down and threw me out
‘Cause I didn’t fit in with their crowds
Well they cut me up and left me scarred
On the fringes of my sanity
How could you shelter me out?

This war doesn’t determine who’s right
This war just determines who’s left standing tonight
So place your bets
Place your bets
Cause through my eyes you reap what you sow

On a mountain I sit
Not of gold but of sin
Through the blood I can learn
And on my face is a map of the world

Don’t tell me it doesn’t matter
I’ll tell you what, what matters

Fuzzyears’s song lyrics are a mish-mash of a 30 Seconds to Mars, Globus and Woe is Me song. She says she was inspired to take the idea from her two friends, who had taken different lines from poetry in order to mould a new poem, and did the same with song lyrics. It’s an interesting idea that we’d life to see more of at Inkblots, particularly if you’re lacking in inspiration. Let us know if you enjoyed new contributor Fuzzyears’s lyrical ensemble by leaving a like or comment below. 

Tinker’s Tale

Written by Kvothe

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“Over the hill towards your fire, comes a Tinker whose need is dire.”
Image Courtesy of oldbaileyonline.org

When you’re lonely and cold,
When the spring day grows old,
The sun meets the western hills,
Cloak drawn against the nights chills,
All that you desire,
Short beer and a fire,
Wide boughs of an ancient oak,
And nights stars your only cloak,

Over the hill towards your fire,
Comes a tinker whose need is dire,
Cold, hungry and road weary,
But his mood never dreary,
His brown long robes muddied black,
Sturdy donkey following,
On his back a heavy sack,
The night-jars love to hear him sing,

“If you need no mending and nothing needs attending,
A wise man will still see the right time for spending,
Enjoy the warm sunshine,
But though you might feel fine,
If you don’t stop now you’ll be filled with regret,
It’s better to simply pay,
And prepare for a rainy day,
Than think of that tinker when you’re dripping wet.”

Hello there tinker,
How’s the road ahead?
I can offer food and shelter,
A fire by which to rest your head,
The stew is warm, the ale is cold,

Good evening boy, I thank you thrice,
A tinker’s debt is always paid:
Once for any simple trade,
Twice for freely given aid,
Thrice for any insult made,
I have much to give so name your price,

My bags bulge with exotic treasures,
Books of secrets and golden feathers,
Dice, ball, a trebon stone,
Bottle of brand, Draccus bone,
I offer one of these,
For the kindness you have shown,
And of that ale, yes please.

Kvothe’s Tinker’s Tale was inspired by Patrick Rothfuss’s novels The Name of the Wind and Wise Man’s Fear – you only need to recognise his username to know he’s a fan of the books. Here, he’s adapted the verses into a new lyrical assortment, developing the author’s ideas in more depth, but keeping to the rhythm and style of the piece. Although Kvothe’s never been featured in Inkblots, he’s a veteran of our writing forum, and many members have even requested developing this piece with music. 

Minor Wounds

Written by x3naurus

Memories, all drained in vain…

Few enclose my sight to words
in sync with silence, as night occurs
to send me in a wind of ice.
Light betrays, shadows suffice

Memories, all drained in vain.
Hidden smiles keep me insane.
Not with sight I cannot see,
but watching what’s in front of me.

A simple circle, falling fast;
The seeds inside all watch the past
disappear, and sing with fear
to die in light, and live in tears.

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