Take my hand brother, sister, 
As I have taken yours before, 
It doesn’t necessarily hold truth or answers,
My hand holds something more important, yours, 
And true, it cannot take away your pain 
Nor shield you from the rain in this stormy weather, 
But it might help you to stand again, 
And it’s just a little easier if we stand together, 
So take my hand brother, sister, 
As I have taken yours before, 
Take it now, and when it’s my turn to face the rain. 
I promise I’ll take yours once more.