Hold On
As I stepped to the edge beyond a 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 for hope, a cry 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 a shadow of a doubt,
With my conscience bleeding,
Here lies the truth, the lost pleasures of my youth,
As I hold on to 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.
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.