Hold On
As I stepped to the edge Beyond the shadow of a doubt With my conscience beating Like the pulse of a drum That hammers on and on Until I reach the break of day As the sun beats down on The halfway house Has my conscience beating The sound in my ear The will to persevere As I reach the break of day
When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapskates & the losers Nothing’s left to cling onto You got to hold on to yourself
A cry of hope A plea for peace And my conscience beating It’s not what I want for It’s all that I need To reach the break of day So I run to the edge Beyond the shadows of a doubt With my conscience bleeding Here lies the truth The lost treasures of my youth As I hold on to the break of a day
When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapskates & the losers Nothing’s left to cling onto You got to hold on to yourself |