One hand holding tight my other.
I’ve had to be my own best friend.
In times when I had no other but myself
to laugh, cry sing, dance, love; no other
to let myself know I’m beautiful,
to say I’m doing a great job
to cry and let it all out.
At the end of it all
to let myself know that everything
is going to be ok! And knowing that
I’m always going to be here for me
never leave myself nor
hurt myself in any way.