who am i to touch a life? i've had my hand in many things... but what is it, to make contact?
to awaken a light within someone else, or to guide or guard?
what is it worth, to touch, if i can change nothing?
what does it take to feel?
or to be felt?
and why can't i do a thing, when i feel i need to most?
when the hand that has touched me so many times is silently begging for help?
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