[Lyric] Atlas (Kitt Philippa)

Come home dear
I'm waiting
To hold you
Like Atlas
At last I
Can claim you
As sky fall home
On shoulders

Go now
Go and fill my winter cup
And I will be as [?] to you
And I who takes and hides this heat
Will seize the pain
Paint with grace
And holes not lost be loved
Be loved
Come home

I will wait
Patiently
I will sit
I will rise
Take my hand, take my hand
Take my hand, take my hand
Take my hand, take my hand
Take my hand, take my hand