Walking Out

How do you help someone Find their way through the moonless night. I've been there before, Doing what I can to get another bag. I know where the pitfalls were for me, But that doesn't make it right. Still, I hate to see another wasted life Especially one as beautiful as yours. If I held your hand, and we both walked blind Unseeing in the depth of night, Perhaps we would fall before we found the dawn, But at least it's worth a try. It's not an easy path, I'll be honest about that. But before our trip is through You'll know who your friend are, Or at least which ones were true.