Hand in mine

in that shadow I stood
away from prying eyes
their judging stare
in attempt to define who I am
who's hand fit in mine
does it warrant that second glance?

we share the same goals
both feel hot under fire
cold in that windstorm
what makes your path
better than mine?

but I will not hide
behind closed doors
will not surrender to your stare
even with your judging eyes
I grip tightly
to that hand in mine
and continue to walk my path

your eyes do not define me
so stare if you must
all you'll see is my smiling face
as I hold on
to that hand in mine