Don't let me go When you call for what you owed Don't let me fall From the arms that you've bestowed Soft when you touch When you look into the glare and lose sight Of who we are Soft of who we are Touch of who you are Into the glare and lose sight I won't bring you down Plucked from the crowd I won't lose sight of who I am I won't follow you Then hide from you Just cause it easy to flatter you Don't let me be on my own Because I'm cold I'll meet you there with vacant stare Till I grow old 13/7/17 A M