A Madman's Lullaby & Cheshire Tales by Robby Richardson - HTML preview

THE END

Helping Hand

By

Robby Richardson

(Featuring Brad C. Robertson)

Who better to understand

Who better to know the struggle beneath a drowning sand

Who better to help you off the edge

Who better to help you off that last step

Believe me if anybody would be able to understand I would And all it takes is help from a helping hand

At life’s last ledge with arms wide open and my soul free Put aside the pain of a life seemingly stolen from me

The treasure of a last wind gust to discover the present is a present and the difficulty to accept that To find the purpose in the belief that preserves us except that In the last precious moments have we only realized we scratched the surface The kiss of a soft breeze

How the strongest king or queen can be broken with such ease Can the unbroken withstand the storm

If only by a helping hand

In a simple outstretch of your fingers grasping expecting air…you’ll find my hand waiting there Alone on your own…so far from home is a familiar road I’ve walked so on your own you’re not alone You don’t think I’ve never stepped to the edge…put the barrel to my head Wonder on a moment of what could have been

Who better to understand the acceptance of your worst self Who better to recognize the folded hand you were dealt

Who better to sympathize with you standing on that ledge

Who better to grasp the mud through which you dredge

Believe me if anybody would be able to understand I would And all it takes is help from a helping hand

I’ve been down in that rut kicked in the…

But…always been told you’re not or ever good enough

Growing more suspicious the higher this ladder I climb up To feel buried alive under the infinity of time

Does the dog not forget the instinct of the wolf

Can evolution eliminate the ferocity since one’s birth

Just a phone call away and I continue to pray

We can work through the hurt that you feel every day

[Brad C. Robertson]

I’ve witnessed people at their worst

I’ve been surprised by folks at their best

I’ve met people who needed roles to play

And I’ve met people who just needed rest

It all feels like a blur that led to today

But if I’d missed a moment then I wouldn’t know

All the pent-up things we needed to say

All the wonderful ways people can grow

Who better to ask that you wait a bit longer

Who better to pray that you’ll grow even stronger

Who better to weep at the thought of you leaving

Who better to still be here, still believing Life can go on and become something grand

And all it takes is help from a helping hand