Try With Me?

Hello my dear.
Are you still there?
Do you feel clear
and in the air?
I want to know
and carry on
with love, sorrow,
and knowing wrong.
I want to hold
your fragile hand
and fly to gold
and broken bands.
Will you join me
quite earnestly?
Will you hold free
without the fee?

Let's cry together,
hold hands once more.
We'll fly together,
so high we'll soar.
We'll aim to heaven,
but not avail
if we reach ends
and not the scales:
a place correction
can do no more,
where broken sections
of people ford.

But it's ok
to fall so low.
If you hold my hand, dear,
I'll cry no more.