A Hand To Hold

This may be noble, but it is true
I just want her hand to hold
But there isn't a thing I can do
Because she's busy, or so I'm told
So I'm walking down an empty road
Singing an empty song
Looking for a friend to trust
Somewhere to belong
With our her hand to hold, this isn't fun
Just makes me stick out from everyone
But the sun clouded over, but the birds still fly
Them, and the bees, doing what needs to be done
But I walk with two bare hands
Bore deep into my into my side
Gloomily past Roses red, and Violets blue
Under a hat, my windows hide
A nice dark hat, for a nice dark man
Brought because the skies were said to be misty
Just up front is a wooden bench
The one where we sat, and she first kissed me
Such fond memories of the past
Maybe it's best to live there
Wait, the past isn't so good either
Still so much pain for me to bare
Grey skies are going to clear up
Put on a happy face
The birds aren't going to kill me
Because my heart is winning that race
So get your shoulders up
And turn that frown upside down
Try and feel happy again
Without wearing the pity crown