If you hold my hand,
floating through a swirl,
of memories and dreams
merging to form reality.

I would like to ask you, your story.
The one that you haven't told anyone but yourself.
The one that you'll share with God.
The one that pokes your conscience.
The one that shakes your arrogance.
The one that has changed the course of your life.

For that's the story you've locked in your soul.
And that's the story that'll set you free.
Sit down, holding my hand.
Tell me your real story.