I want to tell you of a special man
Who looks after me and holds my hand,
You may ask how can that be
When he lives a long way over the sea?

It's very easy
As you will see,
I was sad and scared and the next thing I knew
I was getting a file over Yahoo,

As I opened the file my eyes filled with tears
I never received such a gift in all my years,
There on the page was a picture of his hand,
One that he had only seconds before scanned,

I looked at his hand, and of all the things
I ever received
None have ever compared
To the thought of him sending me his hand to hold,
It was better than diamonds
And better than gold
And sent with love for me to hold