And then, a couple of years ago, I started down the wrong path again. The same exact path that caused me such pain before, but this time compounded by grief.
So, I reached out. But there were no hands to cling to this time. So, I prayed. I prayed for a very long time. And eventually, a year later, the same hand that held my hand all those years before reached out to mine and held it. And I stopped crying every day and started to find strength again. Sometimes God knows just who to send, however unlikely the person may be. Or, how far away.
So, this song is for that friend. Thanks for letting me lean on you.