Hold On

Cold summer night Sweet smell of wine Watching you tiptoe through the flowers And watching your drunk and withered power Deep in your chest Far past the test Of the day the world turned to devour In the heart of a people talk to power Oh Hold on to what you have 'Cause it may not last Hold on to what you have 'Cause it might not last Reach out through the glass There's gift tying you to the past Straighten your spine Stand in the line Don't you forget where you have come from Don't you forget what you have not done Words of the weary Words of the fearing Losing the game or always mending So don't play a game that's never ending Oh Hold on to what you have 'Cause it may not last Hold on to what you have 'Cause it might not last Hold on to what you have Reach out through the glass There's gift tying you to the past Hold on to what you have 'Cause it may not last --- Hold On - Elliot Root