Hold On

all our lives we wait for better days,

sitting at kitchen tables in the middle of the night,

listening to the voices speaking inside our silent heads,

waiting for a morning sunrise just over the horizon;

I have seen your darkness,

I have felt your fear,

I have known your emptiness,

I have been where you are;

I look into the night,

I run from the past,

I search for the answers,

I hear the distant call,

forever trapped by man-made

ideas and thoughts,

continually caught inside

self-made visions and illusions;

brave new paths lie ahead,

reach for the shining light,

hold on to tomorrow,

don’t give up the fight;

the prize awaits,

the fog does slowly fade,

nighttime darkness crawls away,

dreams no longer hide,

somewhere just past midnight

detour signs appear,

as a different road beckons,

a new way revealed,

a road which never ends,

a road to call our own,

a road stretching into the future,

a road that takes us home,

where we can lay our tired,

battered heads;

hold on.

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