I would often be lost
in big mean world
when i felt a warm soft hand
curling up my finger

it held on to me
and i felt the joy
it held me tight
and i felt just alright

it was tiny, too tiny to speak
i was big, too happy to speak

now, i still cant speak
for her love guides my life
like her thoughts lit my steps
her sense make my emotions
of joy, i still cant speak