by Shyla Atchison

Again, it’s hard to stand.
I need your crutch.
Dionysus, take my hand.

I want to reach your holy land.
Bless me with your touch.
Again, it’s hard to stand.

Dionysus, let me disband.
It’s all too much.
Dionysus take my hand.

Without you my will is weak, and
You’re the only thing I can clutch.
Again, it’s hard to stand.

Dionysus, you turn bad to grand.
If it isn’t asking too much,
Dionysus, take my hand.

You always understand
The only help I need is your touch.
Again, it’s hard to stand.
Dionysus, take my hand.