You hold our hands, or talk to us

Two or three minutes-- two or three hours,
Its the time that matters and its the time that you give.
These minutes are gold and the hours are more
If we watch and wait, we'll realize you care.
Those minutes and hours they don't really matter
Its the quality of the people you waste your time with.
Minutes and hours, is what you spend with us,
You hold our hands, or talk to us.
Your there when we call, and there when we fall,
You hold us up, and you hold us high.
A minute you spend to mop the tears,
An hour to talk about our haunting fears.
Your minutes and hours, they mean so much.
We thank you for each golden moment you share,
Thanks for the time you spend with us.