Hold my hand

You talk of mines, where We can hide, until the bombs,are put to side, We keep are hope, and loose are Sight, all We have is this dim light. But we’ll escape, the wick won’t fade, we’ll chase this Dream, that We have made. Put your hand, inside mine, from dirt to sand, in a different world, must live off the land. Hold on tight, look for truth, i must be right.