Losing My Grip

The hand has come to help me up,
Into a carriage to drive me away.
A step in a direction that seems right,
But the thoughts in my head fit so tight.

A hand to hold, a hand to help
A hand seen, a hand once felt
A meaning to be, why does it exist
A hand held out, a hand I'll miss

Sitting down, I'm confused.
Resting now, I view my clues.
Nothing matches, but it must be right.
All these thoughts fit so tight.

A step in the right direction.
A path I can't control.
A bridge I must learn to cross,
Past being its toll.

Let go of the hand,
Later it might return.
Inside my head it stays so well,
This bridge won't burn.

A hand to hold, a hand to help
A hand seen, a hand once felt
A meaning to be, why does it exist
A hand held out... a hand I'll miss

Warmth kept between my fingers,
I look back to see my friend.
Keeping inside my grip, I hold tight
Old memories to defend.