Treasure Island

Chris Leermakers

(13/10/1974 / Melbourne, Australia)

Need A Hand


Be There Pleasure
Be There Treasure
Find The Way
And Make The Measure
Tell It To Me Straight
So I Won’t Be Late
I Don’t Know If I Ate
The Words To Hesitate
Words Of Wisdom
Words Of Song
Say Them All
Then Sing Along
Seek Perfection
You’re Sure To Find
The True Connection
To Body And Mind

Heal Them All
They’re All In Fear
Big And Small
Both Far And Near
Then Set Them Free
Their Time To Leave
Next To Thee
I Do Perceive
Pull Me Up
I Need A Hand
To Try And Help
To Understand
Believe What I Say
And Don’t Be Late
For Then I May
Soon Hesitate…

Submitted: Monday, June 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
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