Hold On
I lay awake
of mirrors so clarified
of smoke and string
but really I’m terrified
I’ve held the vow
not sure if it falls apart
a shallow feat
but fools heart to claim out loud
hold on, hold on
I can’t find my way
hold on, hold on
help me find my way
leave me back
to heal to this cliched word
the ailing cause
of callowers since discerned
her final thought
reset of the oldest score
despite the strain
to clutch what you wanted more
hold on, hold on
I can’t find my way
hold on, hold on
help me find my way
Writer/s: Daniel Ben Snyder
