Hold On - William Fitzsimmons
We were proud and young
A broken fool with lover's smile
She the risen sea
Her the shallow breath i breathe
Like a dog i run
She the rabbit chased in one
Through a field of trees
Lost away was lost on me
Should i hold on
Should i hold on
Summer's ample call
She the rising; both will fall
To the cold return
And no longer for her i burn
Should i hold on
Should i hold on
Should i hold on
