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I NEED YOUR HANDS By:ANALIZER~✍


___A must read motivational poem from the *ANALYTICAL-ANALIZER* exercising thoroughly what we youth of nowadays got to do to make things better and facilitate a progressive change::::::::


_____ANALIZER WRITES✍__

I haven't forgotten
That I am just one person,
That I am but one voice
Attempting to stand out
From the crowd.

I remember
That I have fallen
Amidst the laughter
That surrounds me, and that sometimes
It gets too loud.

I know
That I can't sit here
And expect my silence
To evoke change
Without reason.

I can see
That I don't know everything,
That I can't expect
My hand to be held
Always.

I can feel
That time is slipping
By me, that it
Will be gone if I just
Stand still.

I have heard
That there are a million
Other voices that sound
Like mine, that want also
To be heard.

I've been told
That it's not enough to
Wish for dreams, that I
Have to work them
Into reality.

I know that I don't know
All that I think I know.
I know I won't see all of
The places I wish to go.

I know I'm not ready
For all that the world demands,
You don't have to always hold me,
Just let me see your hands.

I know
That there's a lot
That I won't understand,
That you don't have all
Of the answers.

I haven't forgotten
That I have to grow up
And someday live without
Your voice, your opinion--
Making my own decisions.

I know that I don't know
All that I think I know.
I know that I may not see all
Of the places I want to someday go.

I know I'm not ready for everything
That I won't always understand.
You don't have to always hold me,
But sometimes. . .
Just let me touch your
Hand.

_POWERED BY ANALIZER MEDIA CONCEPT

*_GOD BLESS YOU FOR READING THROUGH_*

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