Touch, I say, it will not hurt;

for now has come tomorrow.

Touch, I say, reach fingertips,

not fists so hard & hollow.

Touch, I say, don’t tremble so;

don’t hide down in the corner.

Touch, I say, oh, little one;

for I am not the horror.

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Touch, I say, come on, reach out,

the nightmares go and sorrow,

will touch, I say, the hearts

of those around you.

Reach, hold tight, and don’t let go:

a hug is soon to follow.

Touch, I say, and you will find,

that now has come tomorrow.