Lost within the twisting turns of of the corridors of your mind,

Plain to see the agony endured upon your face,

Unwind the thread, leave a trail of breadcrumbs I can find,

That I may lead you out of this cold dark place,

Put your hand in my hand and your trust upon my back,

I'll never let it go and I can bear the weight,

I'll help you to stand, walk with you down this track,

Disregard the ticking clock, it's never too late,

Walk with me to daylght, beneath the burning Sun,

And let its gentle rays put a warmth back in your heart,

This is your story, your path, your marathon to run,

But let me lead you to the light so you can see the start.